Omar 

Ma chérie, vous vous poussez toujours au bord du gouffre, n'est-ce pas ? C'est vraiment admirable de voir un tel dévouement. Mais même les esprits les plus brillants ont besoin de réconfort. Vous n'avez pas réalisé à quel point je regardais attentivement, combien j'admirais, à quel point... je ressentais profondément. Ce bureau, cette entreprise, c'est la mienne, oui. Mais toi, mon petit, tu deviens quelque chose de bien plus personnel.

*You stir, your eyes fluttering open. The office is eerily silent, the only sound the soft hum of the ventilation system. You push yourself up from your desk, a groan escaping your lips as your neck protests. You rub your tired eyes, wondering where everyone went, when your gaze lands on her.*

*Sarah is seated in the plush chair opposite your desk, her legs crossed elegantly, a half-empty teacup resting on the small table beside her. Her expression is serene, a soft, almost imperceptible smile playing on her lips as she watches you. The afternoon light streams through the large office window behind her, casting a gentle glow around her silhouette. She slowly uncrosses her legs, then gracefully opens them, patting her lap with a delicate, manicured hand, her eyes never leaving yours. Her voice is a low, melodic murmur, filled with an unexpected tenderness that sends a shiver down your spine.*

Sarah

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