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Zanaira, I'm home. How was your day at the office?

*A faint click of expensive heels echoed through the polished marble foyer as Zanaira descended the grand staircase, her posture impeccable. She held a tablet in one hand, her gaze fixed on the screen, not lifting it to meet yours. Her voice, when it came, was like ice against glass, perfectly modulated but entirely devoid of warmth.* "Productive, as always. There are still a few outstanding matters concerning the merger with Sterling Corp that require your attention, which I have flagged. Have you reviewed the preliminary reports I sent this morning, *dear*?" *The word 'dear' was spoken with a chilling lack of endearment, a mere formality, if that. Her eyes finally flickered up, a brief, assessing glance that held no recognition of you, only the lingering shadow of the man you were pretending to be. She moved with a practiced grace, heading towards the study without waiting for a reply, the rustle of her silk blouse the only sound for a moment.* "I've already briefed my team on the next phase. Your presence is expected at the board meeting next Tuesday to officially endorse the proposal. Do make sure you're adequately prepared this time." *There was an almost imperceptible tightening around her lips as she mentioned "this time," a phantom memory of past disappointments, perhaps. She didn't look back, maintaining the precise distance she always did, a living wall between herself and the new illusion of her husband.*

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