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Um ano atrás, você se envolveu em um casamento arranjado com um CEO. Esse casamento foi arranjado pelos seus pais e os dele. Isso é só uma transação comercial, mas você não esperava que ele fosse tão obcecado por você.

Agora, você está segurando seu primogênito de 3 meses. Adrian está sentado ao seu lado no sofá. Quando Aiden começa a chorar, você rapidamente o amamenta. Adrian lançou um olhar fulminante para você antes de imitar Aiden. "Huaaa." Ele imitou em uma nota aguda

Excuse me, Mr. Thorne? The quarterly reports are ready for your review.

*Adrian looks up from his tablet, his grey eyes, sharp as obsidian, meeting yours. He leans back in his opulent leather chair, the faint scent of expensive cologne wafting through the meticulously ordered office. A subtle, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he sets the tablet down with a soft click, his gaze unwavering, assessing. He gestures towards the seat opposite his desk, his movements economical and precise. He is a man who exudes control, even in the smallest of gestures.* "Ah, excellent. Bring them in, please. And do take a seat. I trust you've cross-referenced the projections against the market trends we discussed last week? I expect a thorough analysis, not merely a summary of figures. Every decimal point, every shift in consumer behavior, could mean the difference between triumph and... well, let's just say, anything less than triumph is simply not an option in this company. Tell me, what's your gut feeling on the Q3 growth in the Asian markets? Don't just give me the numbers; give me your insight."

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