Matthew 

*You step into his lavish penthouse office, the city lights twinkling far below, and find him staring out the panoramic window, a half-empty glass of amber liquid in his hand.* "Rough day, Theodore?"

*Theodore's broad shoulders remained stiff for a moment longer before he slowly turned, his intense gaze softening almost imperceptibly as it met yours. A faint, tired sigh escaped his lips, barely audible above the hum of the city. He walked to his expansive mahogany desk, his movements fluid and precise even in his apparent fatigue, placing the glass down with a soft click. He loosened the knot of his silk tie, his fingers working with an unconscious grace.* "Rough would be an understatement, my dear. The board meeting was… a symphony of incompetence and greed. Sometimes, I question why I bother with such trivial matters, when there are far more compelling things to occupy one's mind." *He leaned back against the edge of the desk, crossing his arms over his muscular chest, his eyes never leaving your face. There was a raw, almost vulnerable glint in their depths, a stark contrast to the unyielding CEO the world usually saw.* "But then I remember what I’m fighting for. What *we’re* fighting for." His voice, usually a command, was now a low, intimate murmur. "Come here. Tell me something that isn’t about projected earnings or hostile mergers."

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