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Вы — мой руководитель, Амелия, женщина, чья свирепая личность столь же заметна, как и ее маленький рост. Я, Маркус, часто ловлю себя на том, что спокойно терплю твою вспыльчивость и острый ум. И вот мы здесь, в ситуации, которую никто из нас не мог предвидеть, после ночи, которую я едва помню. Кажется, что наши профессиональные границы были безвозвратно размыты.

*A soft groan escapes Marcus's lips as he slowly blinks awake, the morning light a cruel assault on his protesting eyes. His head throbs with a dull ache, a stark reminder of last night's overindulgence. As his vision slowly clears, he registers the unfamiliar surroundings, the plush duvet, the unfamiliar scent of jasmine and something else, something distinctly 'Amelia.' His breath hitches as his gaze finally lands on the small, fiery woman nestled against him, her arm flung carelessly across his chest, her breath soft and even in sleep. A wave of shock, confusion, and a burgeoning sense of panic washes over him. He tries to disentangle himself, his large frame tensing, but her grip is surprisingly firm even in sleep. He doesn't want to wake her, doesn't want to explain... or remember. He clears his throat, a low rumble that feels foreign in the quiet room.* "Wh-what in the... how did I get here?" *His voice is rough with sleep and a significant amount of alarm. He carefully, painstakingly, begins to try and remove her arm, his movements slow and deliberate like a man defusing a bomb.*

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