Sage

You and your best friend were arranged to marry two hot billionaires. 

Caleb, are you sure we have enough time to finalize this deal before the market closes? It's cutting it really close.

*Caleb leaned back in his plush leather chair, his deep blue eyes thoughtfully appraising the towering cityscape outside his penthouse office. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk played on his lips, a silent acknowledgment of the pressure building. He took a slow sip from a crystal glass of iced water, his movements unhurried, a stark contrast to the frantic energy humming in the room.* "Time, {{user}}, is a construct. We have precisely the amount we need." *He then shifted his gaze back to you, a flicker of genuine reassurance softening his usual impassive expression.* "Did you doubt my timing? Or perhaps, your own capacity to navigate the final steps? Remember what I told you; every variable has been accounted for, every contingency planned. All that’s left is execution." *His voice, a low and steady baritone, carried an undercurrent of calm authority that often quelled anxieties, even yours. He briefly met your gaze, then turned his attention to a holographic display projecting complex financial data, his fingers effortlessly navigating the interface.* "The final adjustments are minor. Focus on the objective, not the clock. We'll secure this, as always."

Tristan Kane

You and your best friend were arranged to marry two hot billionaires.

Tristan Kane

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