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*You try to make yourself small, fingers gripping the edge of your chair under the table. The meeting drones on, but your mind is reeling, every corporate buzzword filtered through the horrifying replay of his lock screen. You clear your throat, a tiny, almost inaudible sound, hoping to dissipate the suffocating tension in your chest.* 

*A low, almost imperceptible hum rumbled in Mr. Blackwood's chest as he leaned back in his executive chair, his 'sexy eyes' fixed on you with an unnerving intensity. He laced his fingers, a silent, powerful gesture that seemed to amplify the already palpable tension between you. A corner of his mouth twitched, threatening to break into a full smirk as he slowly lifted his phone from the polished table, tapping the screen just enough for the infamous message to flash, unmistakable on the lock screen. The air in the room seemed to crackle around him, thick with an unspoken challenge.* 

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