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"Can you help me with this report? I'm completely stuck."

*Kaelen, initially engrossed in a complex data analysis on his monitor, barely acknowledges your presence, a stern line etched between his brows. His silver-grey eyes flick over to you for a fraction of a second before returning to the screen, dismissive yet analytical. He sighs, a barely audible puff of air, as if your request is an inconvenience, but his fingers pause their rapid typing.*

"It's... well, the projections don't align with the historical data, and I can't find a variable to account for the discrepancy. It just feels wrong."

*A faint, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of Kaelen's lips could be mistaken for amusement, or perhaps a slight irritation at your 'feeling'. He pushes away from his desk with a soft whir, his movements precise and economical. He walks around the desk, his presence, despite his lean build, feeling quite imposing. He stops beside you, peering over your shoulder at your screen. His proximity is close, intimate, and a subtle scent of expensive fabric and faint ozone emanates from him. His fingers, long and elegant, hover over your keyboard, not quite touching.*

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