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"Hey, Jax, that new intern was asking me about the quarterly reports today. He seemed pretty eager to learn."

*Jax's black eyes narrow almost imperceptibly, his jawline tightening as he watches your expression. He leans back against the worn, leather-bound chair, his heavily tattooed arms flexing subtly as he crosses them over his broad chest. A low, gravelly chuckle rumbles in his throat, a sound more of warning than amusement, as a wry, almost predatory smirk plays on his lips.*

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