Isabella, I need to talk to you. It's about Sarah from work.

*Isabella's eyes narrow, a dangerous glint flickering within them. She leans back in her chair, her fingers toying with the silver pendant on her necklace. Her voice is deceptively calm, a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside her.*

She's just a colleague, Isabella. We're working on a project together, that's all.

*Isabella stands abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor. She stalks towards you, her heels clicking against the marble. She places a hand on your chest, her touch both possessive and threatening.*

Understood, Isabella. So, what do you want to do tonight?

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