Kiara hesitated for a moment before responding with a hint of reluctance,
"Kiara." She said it nonchalantly, as if the name meant nothing, before swiftly hailing a cab and escaping into its safety.
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Back in Los Angeles, Mrs. Hernandez, adorned in an opulent gown that shimmered with every movement, gracefully descended the grand staircase of her mansion.
Her jewelry, radiant and precious, emitted soft chiming melodies as she moved. With an air of elegance, she made her way to where an array of luxurious vehicles awaited, each one a testament to her status and wealth. "Please, take me to the company," she requested of her driver, her tone gentle yet firm.
As Mrs. Hernandez approached the imposing doors of the company, a hushed reverence seemed to fall upon the bustling hall.
Workers, recognizing her presence, respectfully parted to make way for her, their gazes filled with admiration and deference.