On the way to Más Uno, Sam keeps watching me, stalking my every move. He wants to control every single thing I do.“Enough, Sam!” I yell, irritated. I have no patience for his nonsense.“What… what?” he asks, pretending not to understand, turning toward me with an innocent expression.“Stop looking at me. I’m fine. I don’t have anything,” I reply sharply, my tone ice-cold.Sam shrugs, fixes his eyes on the road, and doesn’t speak for the rest of the drive.We arrive faster than expected. When we enter the office, Natali is already back at work. Her eyes look exhausted and her nose is red.“Good morning, guys!” she greets us between sneezes. Her normally sleek hair is tied into a messy bun, and she keeps blowing her nose.“Are you still sick, Natali? If you want, you can go home,” Sam says in that smooth, charming voice he uses so well.“Thank you, sir… I think… that would be best,” she replies, covering her nose with a tissue, eyes watery from the cold.I clench my jaw, curl my fists,
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