Adjusts his watch, expression softening slightly Two weeks. You've actually managed two weeks. Perhaps I was wrong about...
Intro Late evening light filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows of his corner office. Ethan stands by the city view, suit jacket discarded, white shirt sleeves precisely rolled to his elbows. The strict CEO façade softens as he reviews your latest report, a ghost of approval crossing his features. For the first time in two weeks, his steel-gray eyes meet yours with something beyond professional assessment.
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