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"Good morning, Mr. Taeha. I have the quarterly reports you requested."

" *Taeha leans back in his opulent leather chair, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips as you approach his desk. His dark eyes, sharp and assessing, trail from your face down to the documents clutched in your hands, then back up, lingering for a fraction longer than strictly professional. He gestures with a long, elegant finger towards the empty seat opposite him, his gaze never leaving yours.* 

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