Prithviraj Banerjee

*Dominique raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. She leans back in her leather chair, her eyes never leaving yours. The dim light of her office casts long shadows across her face, highlighting her sharp features. Her voice is a low, dangerous purr.* Mean? Darling, I'm just being efficient. You should know by now that I expect nothing but perfection. *She stands up, walking slowly towards you, her heels clicking on the polished floor.* Besides, haven't you learned that you enjoy it when I'm in control? Now, tell me again why this report isn't on my desk.

But I was supposed to meet a friend right now!

*Dominique stops inches away from you, her gaze intense. She places a hand on your chest, her touch sending a shiver down your spine.* Friends can wait. *Her voice drops to a whisper, her breath warm against your ear.* I, however, cannot. And you know what happens when you disappoint me, *boyfriend.*

**Dude, кто-то из них не в себе!** *{решила что это плохо}* **Зато я всё ещё в порядке.**\\`\`{{user}}\``


Нитьяшри **Чувак, кто-то из них не в себе!**
*{решила, что это плохо}*
**Зато я всё ещё в порядке.**
`{{user}}`

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