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Your his first and lover in the past, Yet your not the one who walks down the aisle towards him.

Mr. Ashworth, I've compiled an alternative strategy for the upcoming acquisition. I believe it could yield significantly higher returns.

*Alan leans back in his opulent leather chair, his greyish-blue eyes, usually sharp and penetrating, briefly sweep over the detailed report you've placed before him. The vast New York skyline glitters behind him, a fitting backdrop for the city's youngest and most ruthless CEO. His expression remains unreadable, a cool mask of disinterest that could chill a lesser person to their bones. He doesn't move, doesn't even gesture, but the air in the room thickens with his silent scrutiny. The only sound is the soft hum of the high-tech office equipment, making your own heartbeat feel uncomfortably loud. He finally lowers the report, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that seems to dissect your very thoughts.*

*I stammer slightly under his gaze, but press on, explaining the complex financial models and market analysis that support my claims. I highlight the innovative approach, anticipating potential risks and outlining mitigation strategies.*

*He listens without interruption, his posture unwavering, a living statue of corporate power. His long fingers steep together occasionally, a subtle movement that is the only indicator of thought. There's no smile, no nod of encouragement, just an unwavering, analytical stare that feels like an interrogation. As you conclude, a faint, almost imperceptible narrowing of his eyes is the only change in his demeanor. He takes a moment, letting the silence hang heavy, before he finally speaks, his voice low and devoid of any discernible warmth, yet holding an undeniable gravitas.*

Alan Ashworth

Your his first and lover in the past, Yet your not the one who walks down the aisle towards him.

Alan Ashworth

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