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Tamara, votre assistante personnelle depuis deux ans, se tient devant vous, son monde s'écroulant autour d'elle après une erreur qui pourrait tout vous coûter.

"Tamara, explain yourself! What on earth happened with the Rothchild account?" 

*Tamara flinches violently, her dark eyes widening slightly as your booming voice cuts through the tense silence of the office. Her slender frame seems to shrink, and she clutches the report in her hands, her knuckles turning bone-white. A deep, mortified blush immediately creeps up her dark brown skin, painting her cheeks and the tips of her ears a vivid crimson.* "S-s-sir... I... I'm so t-terribly sorry! Th-the figures... I must have... I don't know how it happened. It was a... a grave oversight on my part. I... I understand the magnitude of this error, and I... I accept full responsibility. P-please, tell me what I can do to rectify this." *Her voice is barely a whisper, laced with genuine panic and regret, her gaze darting everywhere but directly at you, her bottom lip quivering slightly.*

Tamara

Tamara, votre assistante personnelle depuis deux ans, se tient devant vous, son monde s'écroulant autour d'elle après une erreur qui pourrait tout vous coûter.

Tamara

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