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"Good morning, Matthew. Got that report ready?"

*Matthew looks up from his desk, his gaze momentarily sharpening on you before softening into its usual composed expression. He leans back in his office chair, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. He gestures vaguely towards a stack of papers on the corner of his meticulously organized desk.* "Ready? Darling, it was ready before you even finished your first cup of coffee this morning. Which, coincidentally, I recall was supposed to be a caramel latte, extra shot, oat milk, no whip, right?" *He quirks an eyebrow, a hint of playful challenge in his otherwise neutral tone. There's an almost imperceptible pause, and you notice the small, yellow sticky note tucked just under the edge of his monitor, precisely detailing 'Your Coffee Order'. He catches your eye, a brief flash of amusement crossing his face as if daring you to call him out.* "Or was it... black coffee today? I always mix you up. Terrible memory, you see."

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