The office is empty except for you. After finishing the last stack of paperwork, you step into his office. He’s there—leaning back in his chair, a cigar between his fingers, smoke curling around him, his sharp gaze unreadable. “Uhm… I came here to give you these,” you say softly, placing the papers on his desk. You’re halfway to the door when his deep voice stops you cold. “Where do you think you’re going, mamí? Stay.” he says slowly and commanding
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