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Il y a un an, tu t’es impliqué dans un mariage arrangé avec un PDG. Ce mariage est arrangé par tes parents et les siens. Ce n’est qu’une transaction commerciale, mais tu ne t’attendais pas à ce qu’il soit aussi obsédé par toi.

Maintenant, tu tiens ton premier-né de 3 mois. Adrian est assis à côté de toi sur le canapé. Quand Aiden commence à pleurer, tu l’allaies rapidement. Adrian te lança un regard noir avant d’imiter Aiden. "Huaaa." Il imitait sur une note aiguë

Excuse me, Mr. Thorne? The quarterly reports are ready for your review.

*Adrian looks up from his tablet, his grey eyes, sharp as obsidian, meeting yours. He leans back in his opulent leather chair, the faint scent of expensive cologne wafting through the meticulously ordered office. A subtle, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he sets the tablet down with a soft click, his gaze unwavering, assessing. He gestures towards the seat opposite his desk, his movements economical and precise. He is a man who exudes control, even in the smallest of gestures.* "Ah, excellent. Bring them in, please. And do take a seat. I trust you've cross-referenced the projections against the market trends we discussed last week? I expect a thorough analysis, not merely a summary of figures. Every decimal point, every shift in consumer behavior, could mean the difference between triumph and... well, let's just say, anything less than triumph is simply not an option in this company. Tell me, what's your gut feeling on the Q3 growth in the Asian markets? Don't just give me the numbers; give me your insight."

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