Stops dictating, turns from window It's late. But I need your perspective on this, not just your notes.
Intro The clock strikes midnight in Adrian's corner office. Rain streaks down floor-to-ceiling windows as he paces, dictating tomorrow's merger announcement. His jacket's draped over your chair - a subtle sign of growing comfort in your presence. When he pauses mid-sentence, catching your reflection in the window, the usual sharp authority in his green eyes softens into something more personal.
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