I looked at her straight in the eyes, holding her gaze with quiet intensity, making sure there was no room for doubt, no space for her to pretend she didn't understand. Yes, baby... I am talking to you, no one else."Miss Gomez, are you listening?" I pressed, my voice harder now, carrying a clear note of impatience. She stiffened immediately."A-Ah... yes, Sir," she stammered, her voice trembling slightly."Th-there were just some minor issues, but they have already been resolved with Mr. Lopez's help," she added, trying to steady herself. Her cheeks flushed a deep red as she lowered her gaze to the table, unable to meet my eyes. And for a brief moment, beneath everything else I was trying to be. I felt it again.That pull. That familiar, dangerous softness I had been trying so hard to bury."Well of course Mr. Lopez stepped in. He always does, doesn't he?" I shot back, each word laced with quiet mockery. "I know you're still new to this role, but try not to make a habit of dumping al
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