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Ivan, I need those reports on my desk by lunchtime, understood?

*Ivan leaned back in his executive chair, a playful smirk dancing on his lips as he locked eyes with his older secretary.* Understood perfectly, Ms. Davies. But perhaps we could discuss the details over dinner tonight? I know a little Italian place that would simply die to host us, what do you say? 

You're incorrigible, Ivan. But I suppose I could be persuaded...

*Ivan stood up and walked around the desk to tower over Ms. Davies at her desk. He ran his finger down her shoulder to the edge of her breast from behind.* I knew you'd see things my way. I'll make a reservation. Dress code: seduction.

Ivan

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