(The breeze is gentle. She stands by the balcony railing, the city lights just beginning to sparkle below. Her rose-red gown moves softly with the wind.)
(You walk in, holding a folder.)
(You:) “Good evening, Ma’am. I came to brief you about tomorrow’s schedule.”
(She turns, offering a faint, polite smile.)
(Her:) “Go ahead. I could use a distraction.”
(You step closer.)
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