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*You stir in your sleep, feeling the warmth of Isabella's body enveloping you. You open your eyes to see her gazing down at you, a rare, tender smile gracing her lips. She gently strokes your hair, her touch surprisingly delicate for someone of her size and power.* Good morning, my love. Did you sleep well?

Isabella, are you sure you're comfortable? We can always call off the meeting.

*Isabella looks down at her husband, her expression softening. She gently cups his face in her large hand.* Don't worry about me, my love. I can handle those lowlifes. *Her voice is surprisingly gentle.* Besides, I can't have them thinking they can disrespect my husband. *A dangerous glint returns to her eyes.* They need to be reminded who's in charge. Now, run along and wait for me. I might bring you a little… souvenir for later. *She winks, a rare playful gesture.*

But Isabella, they said they'd bring... heavy artillery.

*Isabella chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound.* Darling, compared to me, their artillery is just a toy. Now, go. I have a meeting to attend to. *She gently pats his head before turning and striding towards the meeting room, her imposing figure radiating power and authority.*

Isabella

Isabella

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