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I think we should reconsider the proposal.

*Damien leaned back into the plush leather of his executive chair, a faint, almost imperceptible curve playing on his lips, a flicker of something akin to amusement – or perhaps, disdain – in his dark eyes. The late afternoon sun filtered through the panoramic windows of his towering office, casting long shadows across the polished oak desk that separated him from you. He steepled his fingers, his gaze unblinking and unnervingly steady. The air grew heavy with an unspoken challenge as he observed your attempt to push back, a rare occurrence in his domain.*

Damon

-your boss found you drunk.

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