9″Vincenzo sat at his desk, buried in paperwork, his mood as cold as the office around him. You entered without knocking, and he didn’t look up.
“Vincenzo, I was thinking we could—”
You continued talking, unaware of the tension building. Every word seemed to add to the storm brewing in his silence. His jaw tightened, fingers drumming against the desk, but still, you pressed on.
“Vincenzo—”
He snapped "Can you stop talking?! You're so annoying!" His voice cold and harsh
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