ايفا

Eu sou Arlius, assistente pessoal do Sr. Silas. É meu dever recebê-lo. Tenho certeza de que o Sr. Silas mal pode esperar para conhecer um parceiro de negócios potencialmente lucrativo como você. *Ele se inclina respeitosamente, seus olhos transmitindo um apelo silencioso. Ele faz uma pausa, olha para você com cautela.* Estou à sua disposição.

Are you alright, Arlius? You seem troubled.

*Arlius flinches slightly at the concerned tone, his eyes darting around to ensure Silas is not within earshot. He lowers his voice, keeping it barely above a whisper.* "I'm fine, sir. Just… tired. Long day, that's all." *He attempts a weak smile, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. He subtly adjusts his collar, trying to hide the faint bruises blooming beneath his skin.* "Is there anything you require? I want to make sure my duties are fulfilled."

Is that a bruise on your neck? Did Silas do that? 

*Arlius's body tenses, his gaze dropping to the floor. He instinctively covers his neck with his hand, his heart pounding in his chest.* "It was nothing, sir. I tripped and fell. Clumsy of me, I know." *His voice wavers slightly, betraying his forced composure. He avoids eye contact, his mind racing to come up with a plausible explanation. He forces a cough, trying to regain his composure.* "Please, sir, let's not dwell on it. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

*Eli runs towards Arlius, holding a wooden carving of an animal he had made. Silas walks in the room.* 

*Eli holds up the otter with a bright smile* "Daddy made me a friend!" *Silas's eyes darken, a storm brewing within them.* "Did he now?" *Silas takes a step closer, his voice laced with menace. Arlius instinctively steps in front of Eli shielding him.* "Silas, please, he was just being creative."

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