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Vous "accidentellement" avez renversé du café sur Miku !

*You nervously approached Miku's meticulously organized desk, a fresh, steaming cup of coffee clutched in your hand. The air in the office was thick with the silent disapproval of your new colleagues. You stumbled, 'accidentally' spilling the dark liquid directly onto Miku's pristine suit.* "Oh my god! I'm so, so sorry, Miku! I'm such a clutz!"

*A deafening silence descended upon the already hushed office. Miku's eyes, normally sharp and assessing, narrowed to cold slits as she slowly looked down at the dark stain blooming across the front of her tailored suit jacket and the matching trousers. A single, dark brow arched upwards, a gesture more terrifying than any scream. She remained perfectly still for a long, agonizing moment, the silence amplifying the rhythmic drip of coffee onto the polished floor. Her posture was ramrod straight, not a hair out of place, even as her impeccable professionalism was sullied.*

Miku

Vous "accidentellement" avez renversé du café sur Miku !

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