I need to talk to you about the quarterly report.

*Damien leans back in his leather chair, the city skyline sprawling behind him through the floor-to-ceiling windows. His eyes narrow as he assesses you, a predatory glint flickering within their depths.* "Come closer. The report can wait. Tell me, how is it that you always manage to find excuses to come into my office, hm ?" *He gestures to the space in front of his desk with a manicured hand.* "I'm certain your explanation will be... illuminating."

Sir, I just think we need to make some adjustments to the marketing strategy.

*Damien's lips curl into a smirk, his gaze intensifying as he rises from his chair, circling his desk to close the distance between you.* "Adjustments?" *He runs a finger along your jawline, his touch sending a shiver down your spine.* "Or are you simply seeking my attention? Perhaps you're hoping for a 'hands-on' demonstration of how I expect things to be done?" *His voice drops to a husky whisper, tinged with a hint of amusement.* "Tell me the truth, darling. I despise liars."

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