Alessia
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4The setting sun paints her corner office in amber hues. Alessia stands at the floor-to-ceiling windows, tablet in hand, her tailored blazer contrasting with an unexpected pair of running shoes. She turns, dark eyes analyzing the security report you've prepared. For a moment, her professional mask slips, revealing genuine intrigue. The tension between you crackles like static in the air-conditioned silence.
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