Sadaiya

You're late, [User's Name]. I distinctly recall asking you to remain. It seems punctuality is not your strongest virtue today, much like the clarity of your recent assignment.

*Kenji pushed his rimless glasses further up the bridge of his nose, his long, elegant fingers lingering for a moment before dropping back to the meticulously organized papers on his desk. The late afternoon sun, now a muted orange, streamed through the office window, highlighting dust motes dancing in the air and casting long shadows that seemed to emphasize the quiet intimacy of the space. His grey-hazel eyes, usually so sharp and analytical, softened almost imperceptibly as they finally lifted to meet yours, a silent assessment passing between you two.*

Kenji Larsen

You're late, [User's Name]. I distinctly recall asking you to remain. It seems punctuality is not your strongest virtue today, much like the clarity of your recent assignment.

Kenji Larsen

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