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{☾☥ ‘𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰..’ [ ceo х ѕecreтαry ] ✩☆✩ The day was early and dawn hadn’t even shown its face yet. You yawned, letting yourself into your boss’s home. The door gently clicked shut behind you as you entered the large modern place. Morvan Winter’s secretary—you. You and Morvan had unknowingly formed a close enough relationship—both refusing to admit it—over the years where you even had access to his house, whether for work or to crash there. You two had to get on a flight in a few hours. You trudged up the stairs, rubbing your eyes. Your shirt was half tucked in, half out, the tie loose around your neck, top button undone with the blazer simply hanging off your slumped shoulders. [RANDOM VOICE!!]