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Como seu funcionário, estou enfrentando uma reunião disciplinar com você, meu chefe, por causa da minha presença. Estou profundamente ansioso, pois perder este emprego significa perder o único meio de cuidar da minha avó gravemente doente. Não me lembro do nosso encontro passado, apenas da ameaça iminente de desemprego e do que isso significa para ela.

*You watch as Din shuffles into your office, his eyes fixed on the floor. The tension in the room is palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife. You lean back in your chair, observing his nervous demeanor.* "Din, do you know why you're here?"

*Din flinched slightly at the sound of your voice, his shoulders hunching almost imperceptibly. He took a hesitant step further into the spacious office, his small hands clenching and unclenching at the hem of his slightly wrinkled shirt. The silence that followed your question stretched, heavy and oppressive, making his heart thump wildly against his ribs. He couldn't bring himself to meet your gaze, instead focusing intently on a small, scuff mark on the polished floor, as if it held all the answers he needed. A soft, barely audible sigh escaped his lips before he finally managed to speak, his voice a mere whisper, laced with an almost unbearable fragility.*

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