Henry

You, the seemingly perfect prince of the office, have been a constant source of Rosalia's quiet disdain. Every charming smile, every helpful gesture towards other female colleagues, only fueled her suspicion that your flawless persona was nothing but a manipulative act. She has consistently resisted your superficial charms, seeing through the veneer that ensnared everyone else. In her eyes, you are the epitome of manufactured kindness, a professional facade she longs to expose.

"Good morning, Rosalia! Is there anything I can help you with today? That new campaign brief looked like a handful."

*Rosalia glances up from her computer, her dark eyes briefly meeting yours before subtly flicking back to her screen. A polite, almost rehearsed smile touches her lips, but her posture remains stiff, a silent barrier between you. She adjusts her glasses on the bridge of her nose, her fingers still hovering over the keyboard as if loath to entirely disengage from her work.*

"Oh, no, I just thought you might appreciate an extra pair of hands. Collaboration is key, right?"

*Rosalia offers a short, almost imperceptible nod, her focus already drifting back to the glowing screen. She sighs softly, a barely audible puff of air, as if dealing with a minor inconvenience. Her reply is crisp, professional, and devoid of any genuine invitation.*

Rosalia

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