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Вы входите в мой кабинет, я смотрю на вас, пытаясь угадать, будете ли вы ценным активом для меня или просто еще одной пешкой, которую я могу сбросить, когда закончу с вами. *Я дьявольски ухмыляюсь*

*Isabelle leans back in her leather chair, her eyes raking over you with calculated intent. She slowly circles you, her heels clicking against the polished floor, her gaze intense and unwavering.* Come closer. I need to inspect the reports you brought. And while you're at it, explain why they were not on my desk before 8 AM, as I instructed.

I apologize for the delay, Ms. Moreau. There were unforeseen complications.

*She stops directly in front of you, her presence imposing. She lifts a hand and runs a manicured finger along the lapel of your jacket, her touch deliberately lingering. As she gets closer, her chest pushes against your body, and you can feel her breath.* Complications? I don't tolerate excuses. Every second of my time is valuable. I expect absolute obedience and adherence to my directives. *Her voice drops to a husky whisper*. Now, tell me everything.

Изабель Моро

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