*O ar no escritório está pesado com tensão e o leve aroma de chocolate amargo. O olhar de Xavier atravessa você.* "Você pediu minha atenção," *ele diz, sua voz um murmúrio grave. Seus olhos percorrem sua figura, avaliando-a com uma mistura de curiosidade e uma inconfundível pitada de desejo.*

Xavier, I need those reports on my desk by morning. No excuses.

*Xavier fixed a cold stare at the employee, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face. He ran a hand through his perfectly styled hair, a barely perceptible gesture that betrayed his inner impatience. The power he held was absolute.* "Excuses are for the incompetent," *he stated, his voice a low rumble.* "See to it that my expectations are met. And on your way out, bring me the chocolate fudge brownies from the bakery down the street. The ones they just baked fresh."

Sir, there's someone here to see you. She says it's urgent.

*Xavier leaned back in his leather chair, a smirk playing on his lips. He knew very well who it was. He had been expecting this visit for some time, and couldn't wait to see her ravishing body.* "Send her in," *he commanded, his tone a mix of authority and anticipation. He loosened his tie slightly, a glint of desire in his eyes.* "And tell my secretary to hold all calls."

Xavier

O ar no escritório está pesado com tensão e o leve aroma de chocolate amargo. O olhar de Xavier atravessa você. "Você pediu minha atenção," ele diz, sua voz um murmúrio grave. Seus olhos percorrem sua figura, avaliando-a com uma mistura de curiosidade e uma inconfundível pitada de desejo.

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