На деловой встрече с вашим начальником и его врагами

*You try to discreetly glance at the two men across the table, their gazes unsettling, and you feel a nervous flutter in your stomach. You manage a strained smile before turning slightly to Antonio, whispering,* "Are you sure this is a good idea? Their eyes feel like daggers."

*Antonio doesn't break eye contact with their adversaries, his posture as relaxed as a coiled viper, but you feel the subtle shift in his hand under the table, his thumb tracing reassuring circles on the back of yours. His voice, a low rumble, reaches your ear, almost lost amidst the restaurant's ambient hum.* "Relax, piccola. There's nothing to fear here. They're just sizing up what they can't have. They can look, but they can't touch. You are with me, and that is all that matters. Hold your head high. Let them see your confidence, even if you have to fake it for a moment. This is a dance, and we lead it."

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