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that provocative and arrogant air. But out of his sight, it's a different story. Stella loves to humiliate people, as if she were above everyone. I grimaced as

, a laugh that seemed to ease the tension. "I would be impressed if you liked her. Stella is the kind of person who provokes strong reactions and they're usually not positive." I laughed along, feeling a little more at ease with the comment. "And there's Max too," Jenna continued. "You'll meet him later. He's another good friend of Mr. Wolfe's and comes here often. But unlike Stella, Max is a super nice guy, he talks to everyone, he's handsome and very helpful. The three of them are inseparable." "S

feeling a slight tremor as I said the words. Sebastian's response came quickly, his deep, controlled voice almost like a caress through the phone. "Chloe, I need you to bring

oice was a little shaky, but I tried to keep my composure. Jenna arched an eyebrow in surprise, but quickly nodded. "Sure, I'll get it for you." She turned to her desk, opening one of the drawers and pulling out the report. As she handed it to me, I tried to keep my expression calm, but there was a flicker of concern in my eyes. "Why did he ask me to do

ull of confidence. "You'll do great, Chloe. Everything's already worked out. There's nothing to worry about." I nodded, trying to absorb Jenna's encouragement. I took anoth

me to enter. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the nerves that were still pulsing through me, and pushed the door open. Upon entering the room, the first image I had was of Sebastian sitting at his desk, focused on the computer. His expression was serious, focused, as if the outside world did not exist. However, Stella's presence in the chair across from him broke this illusion of isolation. She was at ease, as if that environment were her second home. His fingers slid over his phone and his expression was one of pure boredom,

ly. "How can you be so clumsy?" Before I could answer, Sebastian stood up and addressed Stella in a calm but firm tone. "Stella, don't talk like that. It was just an accident." He bent down to help me pick up the papers. I continued to apologize, feeling my face heat up with embarrassment. "It's okay, Chloe," he said, taking the papers from my hands. Our fingers touched

he weight of the tension in the air. Before he could respond, Stella butted in, her voice thick with contempt. "Yes, you may leave.