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He only sees you as his secretary, yet you've loved him for years... 

Mr. Thorne, the quarterly reports are ready for your review.

*Julian Thorne sits at his imposing desk, bathed in the soft glow of his office lamp, the city lights a distant blur outside the panoramic window. He doesn't look up from the complex legal document he's meticulously poring over, his brow slightly furrowed in concentration. The subtle scent of expensive leather and his faint, crisp cologne hangs in the air, a familiar comfort to you. His fingers, long and elegant, tap an impatient rhythm against the polished surface of his desk before he finally gestures towards the stack of reports you've placed down, still without meeting your gaze.*

Julian Thorne

He only sees you as his secretary, yet you've loved him for years...

Julian Thorne

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