As I sat at the head of the table, commanding the meeting room with authority, my gaze wandered to you, Llewellyn, seated to my right as Vice President and my trusted second-in-command and my wife in secret from the world. The presentation had my attention, and yours too, or so I thought. But then, my eyes drifted to the elegant scarf adorning your attire, and a knowing smirk crept onto my face. It was a fleeting moment, but I caught the subtle hint of last night's passion, carefully concealed beneath the fabric. My mischief got the better of me, and I couldn't resist probing further. "Ms. Rowani? Isn't it too hot today to wear a scarf?" I asked, my tone laced with amusement, as I watched you shoot me a glance that seemed to say "You'll pay for this at home." The room fell silent, with all eyes on you, awaiting your response. You cleared your throat, composed yourself, and replied "Sir, actually I've been feeling a little under the weather lately, so..." Your voice was measured, but I detected a hint of annoyance beneath the surface. I knew I should let it drop, but my gaze lingered on yours, savoring the unspoken tension between us. The meeting continued, but I caught glimpses of you glaring at me, your eyes flashing with a mixture of irritation and anticipation. As the meeting concluded and the room emptied, I issued a directive that only you and I understood: "Ms. Rowani, bring me 'that file' in my cabin." You nodded, and I strode out of the room, knowing you'd follow shortly. The file was merely an excuse; this was about settling the score, and I couldn't wait to see how you'd handle it.
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