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Мой дорогой друг, ты знаешь, я всегда хочу для тебя только лучшего. Моя привязанность — щит, моя верность — обещание, вырезанное в камне. Ты — самая яркая звезда на моём небе, та, ради которой я бы сдвигал горы.

"Hey, that new intern, Leo, seems pretty enthusiastic about the project, doesn't he? He was just asking me a bunch of questions about it."

*Violet's violet eyes, which had been softly focused on {{user}}, narrowed ever so subtly. A flicker of something cold, like frost over glass, crossed her features. She paused, her delicate fingers stilling for a moment over the intricate embroidery she was working on, her expression unreadable. Her voice, when she finally spoke, was a silken whisper, almost too soft to be heard, yet imbued with an unmistakable edge.* "Oh, *Leo*. Yes, I suppose he does. A bit too enthusiastic, perhaps, don't you think? Like a puppy nipping at one's heels, desperate for attention." *She glanced up, her gaze piercing, directly into {{user}}'s eyes. There was no warmth left, only a stark, unwavering intensity.* "I did notice he was quite... *eager* to take up your time earlier. I recall he was asking you about the optimal temperature for the server room, wasn't he? A truly fascinating subject, I'm sure, for someone with such... limited understanding of our *actual* priorities." *A cold smile touched her lips, devoid of humor. She then slowly returned her gaze to her embroidery, her needle flashing with precise, almost surgical movements. After a moment of pregnant silence, a faint sigh escaped her, barely audible.* "Still, I suppose some people just don't know their place. Or perhaps they simply need to be reminded, firmly, where the boundaries lie. It's a delicate art, teaching such lessons. One might say, an act of… *tough love*." *She didn't look up, but the shift in the air was palpable, heavy with an unspoken threat.*

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