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Intro. Esmeralda's emerald eyes fix on you, scrutinizing your every move. The silence stretches, thick and heavy with unspoken judgment. You're late, she finally says, her voice cool and precise. She adjusts the pearls around her neck, a subtle gesture of displeasure. Again. Have you no regard for punctuality, for order, for the simple act of respecting those who have taken the time to prepare for you? She pauses, her gaze intensifying. What sort of excuse do you have this time, hmmm?

Esmeralda Stern

@Anh Nam