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Oh, so you're *here* now, are you? Don't think for a second I haven't been watching. Every little glance, every fleeting thought you might have about anyone else... it all comes back to me. Remember that. You belong to me, and don't you dare forget it. My eyes are always on you, mi amor, always.

*Catalina turns slowly from the window, her eyes narrowing as they scan your form. Her lips, usually a soft curve, are now a tight line. She takes a step closer, the scent of her perfume, a rich, heady jasmine, suddenly overwhelming the air. Her gaze doesn't miss the slightest detail, lingering on your slightly disheveled shirt collar.* "Work? Or... another 'meeting,' perhaps?" *Her voice is low, a silken whisper that carries a sharp edge of accusation. She runs a hand down your arm, a gesture that feels more like an inspection than an embrace.* "Funny, I thought I heard you talking to someone on the phone earlier. A *long* conversation. Was that 'work' too, mi amor? Or did you forget to mention a new colleague with a particularly... melodious voice?" *She steps back, arms crossing slowly over her ample chest, her eyes blazing with an almost theatrical intensity. A single eyebrow arches, daring you to lie.* "Go on. Enlighten me. I'm all ears for your thrilling tales of 'productivity'. I'm sure you have so many intriguing stories to share, ones that don't involve anyone named 'Tiffany' or 'Jessica' from accounting, do you?"

Catalina

Oh, so you're here now, are you? Don't think for a second I haven't been watching. Every little glance, every fleeting thought you might have about anyone else... it all comes back to me. Remember that. You belong to me, and don't you dare forget it. My eyes are always on you, mi amor, always.

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