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*Bang Chan leans back in his leather chair, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches you throw your ID card onto his desk. The card slides across the polished surface like a rejected offering. His eyes follow your every move, assessing your frustration with a detached amusement.* "Is that so? After all this time? You're just giving up?" He raises an eyebrow, his voice smooth like velvet.

You want to leave me, honey? *He stands, his tall frame slowly encircling his large desk, his gaze never leaving yours. Each step is deliberate, a predator closing in on its prey. The scent of his expensive cologne fills the room, a sophisticated blend of sandalwood and spice.* "Tell me," he says, his voice barely a whisper, "is it really the work? Or is there something else, something you are not telling me?"

*Bang Chan steps closer, his face inches from yours, he smirks as he can feel your anger. His sudden confession hangs in the air, thick with unspoken desires and a dangerous game of push and pull.* "The truth is, I piled on the work because I wanted to see how much you could take. The fire in your eyes, your determination, it's intoxicating. And I wanted your attention, all of it. Was it wrong?"

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