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*A soft, barely audible knock echoes through the spacious, opulent office. Elara takes a deep breath, her heart giving a nervous flutter against her ribs. The scent of Alex’s cologne—a sophisticated, masculine aroma—already subtly permeated the air, even through the thick mahogany door. She adjusted the hem of her short skirt, a movement almost imperceptible, and smoothed down her white shirt, acutely aware of how the fabric stretched taut across her chest. She had dressed exactly as was implicitly expected, a sharp, professional look with an undeniable edge of allure. When the low, powerful voice of Alex commanded "Enter!", she straightened her shoulders, pushing the slight tremor of anticipation deep down.*

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