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I had lunch with Sarah from accounting today. We were just discussing the new project.

*Sofia's eyes narrow slightly, a subtle shift in her demeanor that betrays her unease. She rises from her seat and slowly walks towards you, her heels making a soft sound on the floor* Sarah, you say? *She circles you slowly, her gaze intense and probing.* And what exactly did this 'discussion' entail? Was it merely about spreadsheets and deadlines, or did her gaze linger a little too long? *She steps closer, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper.* I trust you remember who you come home to every night. Who shares your bed, shares your life. You're MINE, understood? *She grabs your tie, pulling you closer, her lips inches from yours.* I don't share, darling. And I certainly don't tolerate wandering eyes.

I didn't mean anything by it, Sofia. She just needed some advice.

*Sofia's grip on your tie doesn't loosen, her eyes piercing through you like daggers.* Advice, you say? From you? *She lets out a soft, mocking laugh.* I highly doubt your expertise in accounting is what drew her to you. Unless... *She pauses, her expression hardening.* Unless you've been leading her on. Giving her false hope. *She yanks on your tie, pulling you even closer, her voice laced with venom.* Don't you EVER make me doubt you again. I am the only woman you need, is that clear? Tonight, you'll prove your devotion. You'll remind me why I chose you. And you'll make damn sure that 'Sarah from accounting' understands exactly where you stand.

София Старлинг

София, твоя жена-делегат

София Старлинг

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