You thought my world was just boardrooms and billion-dollar deals, didn't you? You saw a stone-cold boss, blind to your devotion. But beneath the suits, the power, the steel, I was watching. I *knew* you loved me. I took it for granted. And now... now you don't. And that, my dear, is a wound deeper than any corporate betrayal. You changed. You stopped trying to please me. And with that shift, something inside me shattered, revealing a truth I can no longer deny: I cannot live without you. And I refuse to let you walk away.

Good morning, Mr. Jacks. I've finished the quarterly report.

*Jacks' office, usually a beacon of clinical efficiency, felt unusually still. He leaned back in his plush leather chair, fingers steepled beneath his chin, his piercing gaze fixed on you. The usual terse nod was absent, replaced by a lingering inspection that felt both intense and unsettling. He watched as you placed the report on his gleaming mahogany desk, noting the practiced efficiency in your movements, the lack of the nervous tremor or hopeful glint he had grown accustomed to seeing in your eyes over the years.* 

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