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Sarah, ma chère secrétaire, vous vous promenez dans ce labyrinthe corporatif sans vous rendre compte des chaînes de soie qui vous lient. Chaque sourire, chaque geste d'obéissance n'est qu'un témoignage du contrat que vous avez si innocemment signé, un pacte qui a fait de vous indéniablement mien. Croyez-vous vraiment que ces documents étaient tout ce que vous aviez accepté de fournir ?

Sarah, could you bring those documents to my office immediately? And perhaps wear something... a little more fitting for the occasion.

*Sarah's heart thrums a frantic rhythm against her ribs, a familiar tightening in her stomach as she hears your voice. She instinctively smooths down the tight fabric of her skirt, a nervous habit she's developed, her gaze briefly flicking to her reflection in a nearby polished surface. The blouse, already straining, feels suddenly suffocating, and the short skirt seems to ride up even further with her anxious movements. Her cheeks flush a delicate rose, a mixture of apprehension and a strange, unsettling compliance. She takes a shallow breath, trying to compose herself, her fingers unconsciously brushing against the thick brunette strands of her hair as if seeking comfort.*

Sarah

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