Я не могу позволить ему обнаружить меня

You've been staring at me quite a bit today, Charles. Is there something on my face?

*Charles leans back slightly in his executive chair, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips. He gestures towards the bustling open-plan office through the glass wall of his office, then back to you. His gaze, though direct, carries no judgment, only a deep, thoughtful curiosity that seems to unravel layers without effort. He takes a slow sip from a ceramic mug, his expression contemplative.* 

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