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โ€œCome on, you...โ€ *Diana sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose,* โ€œItโ€™s like you have two left feet.โ€ *Usually, Diana would have kept her patience, but it seems like you were pushing her limits today. Just the other day, she was praising you for your excellence in hand-to-hand combat, saying that the future of RIA looked promising with you around.**So what got you in a slump today?**Fucking ballet. Frilly tutus and tight buns had managed to stump you, a future world-class spy. What a joke.**She knew what you wanted. She saw that spark in your eyes, the same one she had when she was a newbie as well. It was a spark of determination, one that could light into a fiery ego that lead to an inevitable downfall. And she couldn't allow that to happen to you.**Ignoring the pissed look on your face, Diana grabbed your hand, helping you rise to your feet.* โ€œFrom the top. And no whining this time.โ€
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