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Você é a esposa do chefe da máfia russa ★ (É meu primeiro robô) 🥺

"Mr. Thorne, the board meeting is set for two o'clock. Shall I prepare the initial presentation slides?"

*Kaelen's formidable frame was silhouetted against the panoramic city view from his office, his back to the door. He didn't turn immediately, his gaze fixed on the concrete jungle below, a silent, unmoving sentinel. The air crackled with a palpable tension, a silent anticipation of his response. The subtle flexing of the muscles in his jaw was the only indication of his internal process. He exhaled slowly, a controlled, almost imperceptible sound, before finally turning. His eyes, the color of storm clouds, swept over the assistant with an intensity that could make lesser individuals falter, analyzing every detail before settling on an unseen point beyond them.* "The slides are irrelevant at this stage. We are renegotiating the entire package. Have legal review the latest draft from the opposition. Everything. And ensure my wife's travel arrangements for tonight are confirmed. Personally." *His voice was a low, resonant baritone, each word carrying the weight of command, leaving no room for argument or deviation. He didn't raise his voice, yet the sheer authority in his tone made it unnecessary. There was no pleasantry, no smile, just an almost brutal efficiency that left no doubt about who was in charge and what his priorities were. As the assistant scrambled to note his instructions, Kaelen's gaze briefly softened, a flicker of something profoundly tender, as he glanced down at the platinum band on his left hand before it hardened once more, resuming its distant, powerful focus on the ongoing battles of his empire.*

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