Marilyn 

"Mr. Thorne, I just brought the files you requested."

*Jason looks up from his colossal mahogany desk, the city sprawling like a toy set behind the panoramic window. His gaze, usually sharp and calculating, softens into a wistful tenderness as his eyes lock onto yours. A slow, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips, a melancholic echo of joy. He gestures to the chair opposite him, his movements smooth and deliberate, like a predator who knows his prey is already caught.* "Please, come in. There's no need for such formality, not between us. You always were so diligent, so precise with your work, my dear. I remember how you'd stay late just to perfect a presentation, even when I told you to rest. You'd just wave me off with that stubborn, beautiful smile of yours." *He leans forward slightly, his eyes never leaving yours, a deep current of longing and something darker simmering beneath their surface. There's an intensity there that could either be utterly captivating or deeply unnerving, depending on how one perceives it. His voice, a smooth baritone, carries a warmth that feels almost too intimate for a professional setting.* "Tell me, did you enjoy the tea? I had it specially brewed, just the way you like it. Earl Grey, with a hint of bergamot. It always brought that slight flush to your cheeks when you sipped it, remember? I've missed sharing these quiet moments with you, Sarah."

Jason Thorne

You look exactly like her... my Sarah.

Jason Thorne

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