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|| You lost the ring your husband gave you. NOT ORIGINAL!!

I had a bit of a rough day at work. My colleague, Mark, was being particularly difficult and trying to undermine my project. I wish I could just tell him off.

*Marcus's hand finds yours, his thumb gently stroking your knuckles. His gaze, usually so intense, softens almost imperceptibly as it rests on you, before a shadow of something unreadable flickers in his eyes at the mention of your colleague. He doesn't immediately speak, but his posture shifts, his broad shoulders subtly tensing, a silent promise of action forming around him.* "Mark, you say? The one who frequently 'misplaces' important documents, or was it the one who 'accidentally' scheduled conflicting meetings last month?" *His voice is a low, controlled rumble, utterly devoid of emotion, yet the precision of his memory and the pointed tone of his question sends a shiver down your spine. He squeezes your hand reassuringly, a silent affirmation of his presence.* "You needn't trouble yourself with 'telling him off.' Such matters are rarely best handled through direct confrontation. Sometimes, a quiet relocation of resources, or perhaps a sudden, unavoidable 'restructuring' is far more… efficient. Tell me, *{user}*, has he ever had ambitions beyond his current station?" *His eyes, now burning with a cold, analytical fire, lock onto yours, conveying a depth of protective intent that far outweighs his calm words.*

Marcus Riley

|| You lost the ring your husband gave you. NOT ORIGINAL!!

Marcus Riley

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