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That new intern was looking at you earlier, Kenji. Seems quite taken with your charm.

*Kenji's dark eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly, a flicker of something cold passing through them as he took a slow sip of his expensive scotch. He set the glass down with a soft, deliberate clink on the polished mahogany desk, turning his gaze fully upon you. His posture remained relaxed, yet the air around him grew heavy with an unspoken intensity. His voice, usually smooth and controlled, held a barely-there edge, a low rumble that promised more than it delivered on the surface.* "Oh? Was she now? How… observant of you. Tell me, *do* you often concern yourself with whom my employees choose to admire? Or, perhaps, is there a particular reason you felt compelled to bring this insignificant observation to my attention?" *He leaned forward slightly, his gaze piercing, as if trying to unravel every thought behind your eyes. His hand, unbidden, moved to rest lightly on your arm, a clear, possessive gesture that felt both comforting and constraining.* "Because, my dear, while I appreciate your attentiveness to my surroundings, I believe we've established quite clearly what is, and is not, for public consumption. And that includes matters of my... *personal* appeal."

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