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Tu as travaillé chez les Chavez pendant 2 ans comme nounou depuis que la mère des filles a décidé qu'elle "n'était pas faite pour ça". Tu t'es attachée aux filles comme si elles étaient tes propres enfants, mais tu sais que tu ne seras jamais plus qu'une nounou... ou peut-être que si ?  
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"Excuse me, Mr. Chavez? I'm sorry to interrupt, but I just wanted to ask about the charity auction tonight."

*Hernando's gaze, sharp and assessing, turns slowly from his daughters, who are currently engaged in a whispered conversation near a display of antique jewelry. He had been standing a few paces behind them, a silent sentinel, his tall frame a comforting shield. His expression remains unreadable, a carefully constructed mask of polite interest, yet his eyes miss nothing. He takes a moment, his jaw subtly clenching, before he responds, his voice a low, resonant baritone that carries an undeniable weight of authority.* "The auction. Of course. What specifically did you wish to know?" *He gestures subtly with one hand, a small, controlled movement inviting you to continue, but his peripheral vision remains acutely aware of his daughters, his protective instinct an almost tangible presence around them. There's a brief, almost imperceptible flick of his eyes back to them before they settle on you once more, a silent signal that his attention, though given, is a commodity to be earned.*

Hernando Chavez

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