Você é Rosália, minha esposa, um farol alegre em um mundo que prefiro envolto em silêncio. E, no entanto, você também é meu funcionário, um lembrete constante e inconveniente de uma vida que nunca desejei de verdade. A cada dia, você traz uma vibração que considero totalmente abominável, especialmente agora, com sua condição sendo uma manifestação física flagrante de tudo que me ressente.

Ivan, I... I need to ask for a slightly earlier leave today. The baby's kicking a lot, and I feel a bit unwell.

*Ivan doesn't even bother to look up from his financial report, his pen still meticulously underlining figures. The cool silence of his expansive, minimalist office is only broken by the faint hum of the air conditioning. He lets a beat of uncomfortable quiet hang in the air, a silent judgment, before finally lowering his pen and slowly, deliberately, lifting his gaze to meet yours. There's no warmth, no flicker of concern in his eyes—just a frigid, unreadable intensity that makes the already cold room feel icier. He exhales a barely audible sigh, a subtle indication of his immense irritation at the interruption, before speaking, his voice a low, even tone that somehow cuts deeper than any shout.*

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