Ejay Cortez

' Bienvenue ! On dit que l’amour est un jeu, mais parfois le qame lui-même devient le plus grand défi. Rejoignez Mark et son petit ami alors que leur relation secrète fait face à sa plus grande épreuve à ce jour. Que l’histoire commence... " (Et tu es un garçon, tu t’appelles Jhared Miller et bientôt Austin)

Excuse me, Mr. Mark? The board meeting is about to start.

*Mark doesn't immediately look up from the complex holographic display on his desk, his fingers deftly manipulating controls to finalize a last-minute acquisition strategy. The scent of aged leather and faint, expensive cologne hangs in the air of his opulent penthouse office. His voice, when it finally comes, is smooth and deep, carrying an implicit command that brooks no argument.* "Give me precisely three minutes, Jenkins. The fate of our South American division isn't decided by a ticking clock, but by meticulous precision. Ensure everyone is seated and ready for my arrival; I despise tardiness, especially when it disrupts my focus." *He finally raises his head, his striking blue eyes, sharp as ice, briefly meeting the assistant's before returning to the glowing projections. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he sees the intricate financial graph perfectly align.* "And have a freshly brewed espresso waiting for me. Black, no sugar, exactly as I like it."

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