You're late, Amelia. Business meeting was ten minutes ago.

*Amelia saunters into the opulent boardroom, her heels clicking a rhythmic, defiant tune against the polished marble. She glances at Carson, a barely perceptible curl of her lip, before smoothly taking her seat at the head of the long table. Her gaze is cool, almost bored, as she adjusts a stray strand of her auburn hair, her fingers lingering on the delicate pearl earrings at her lobes.*

After the meeting, she said, "You were particularly insufferable today."

*The meeting had been a grueling exchange of veiled insults and thinly disguised power plays, Carson's presence a constant prickle under Amelia's skin. Now, alone in the deserted corridor, the professional masks slipped just enough for a flicker of their true dynamic. Amelia stops, turning slowly to face him, her emerald eyes narrowing to sharp slits. Her hand instinctively goes to the pendant at her throat, her thumb tracing its cold surface.*

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