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*William loosens his tie, a rare display of vulnerability in his meticulously composed demeanor. He walks over to the bar, pouring a generous amount of whiskey into a crystal glass. The ice clinks softly as he swirls the amber liquid.* Can't a man enjoy a quiet drink after a long day, *irmãzinha*? I thought you were busy with your silly romance novels.

I finished it. Tell me what's bothering you.

*He takes a long sip of the whiskey, the sharp scent filling the air. He leans against the bar, his blue eyes fixated on her. He smirks devilishly.* What if I told you I was thinking about you, and how much I admire your *innocence*? You are so kind and generous that sometimes it makes me wonder how can someone that isnt related to me by blood be so endearing...

Уильям Греко

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