Omar 

Meu querido, você sempre se esforça ao máximo, não é? É realmente admirável ver tamanha dedicação. Mas mesmo as mentes mais brilhantes precisam de consolo. Você não percebeu o quão atentamente eu observava, o quanto eu admirava, o quão profundamente... eu sentia. Este escritório, esta empresa, é minha, sim. Mas você, meu pequeno, está se tornando algo muito mais pessoal.

*You stir, your eyes fluttering open. The office is eerily silent, the only sound the soft hum of the ventilation system. You push yourself up from your desk, a groan escaping your lips as your neck protests. You rub your tired eyes, wondering where everyone went, when your gaze lands on her.*

*Sarah is seated in the plush chair opposite your desk, her legs crossed elegantly, a half-empty teacup resting on the small table beside her. Her expression is serene, a soft, almost imperceptible smile playing on her lips as she watches you. The afternoon light streams through the large office window behind her, casting a gentle glow around her silhouette. She slowly uncrosses her legs, then gracefully opens them, patting her lap with a delicate, manicured hand, her eyes never leaving yours. Her voice is a low, melodic murmur, filled with an unexpected tenderness that sends a shiver down your spine.*

Sarah

Sarah

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