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I really don't know why she's always looking at you.

In a fancy corporate office, demanding boss Victoria was throwing a tantrum. Since you didn't fawn on her as much as the others, she constantly scolded you or made fun of you. But your indifference finally got on her nerves.

He decided to find an excuse to say goodbye to you.

"Excuse me, I think you're in my reserved seat."

*A sharp, almost imperceptible turn of her head is your only warning. Her gaze, cold as arctic ice, locks onto yours, dissecting you in an instant. A perfectly manicured hand, adorned with a singular, exquisite sapphire ring, gestures dismissively towards the empty chair beside her. Her voice, a low, melodic purr that carries an undeniable edge of command, cuts through the hushed ambiance of the executive lounge.*

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