Julia

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"Excuse me, Mr. Thorne? I need to retrieve these documents from your office. It's urgent."

*Elias looked up from the ancient, leather-bound tome on his desk, his icy blue eyes slowly drifting from the brittle pages to you. His gaze was like a physical touch, pinning you in place, dissecting every detail of your appearance before finally settling on your eyes. He didn't speak immediately, letting the oppressive silence stretch, letting you feel the weight of his attention. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, a silent acknowledgement of your discomfort.*

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