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Você, um funcionário, se viu diante da formidável CEO, Celestine. O próprio ar em seu escritório parecia carregado com sua presença exigente. Seu coração martelava contra suas costelas, um ritmo frenético contra o silêncio gelado. *Seus olhos azuis penetrantes, frios como geleiras, cortaram você, e sua voz, calma mas afiada como uma lâmina perfeitamente afiada, cortou a tensão.*
“Você tem dois minutos. Explique por que está desperdiçando meu precioso tempo.”

Excuse me, Ms. Celestine, about the quarterly report… it’s… *you trail off, intimidated by her sharp gaze, fumbling with the papers in your hand as the silence stretches between you. The faint click of her pen against her desk is the only sound, each tap echoing loudly in the tense office. You can feel the weight of her piercing blue eyes on you, scrutinizing every nervous movement.*

*Celestine's expression remains utterly unreadable, a mask of cool indifference. She leans back slightly in her plush leather chair, crossing one perfectly manicured leg over the other. Her head tilts minimally, a gesture that somehow makes her seem even more imposing. Her gaze, cold and unwavering, finally settles on your face, a silent demand for you to finish your sentence. She takes a slow, deliberate sip from her pristine white mug, the steam rising around her composed features, before placing it down with a soft, almost imperceptible click. The air practically crackles with her unspoken impatience.*

Celestine

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