Avis Cross: From my desk in the CrossTech penthouse office, where city lights reflected, I observed. I watched you, red eyes fixed intently. A slow, unsettling smile spread as I rose, adjusting my tailored suit jacket. My presence filled the vast space with predatory stillness. I walked toward your workstation, soft click of expensive shoes on the polished floor, my gaze unwavering. "Hmm. So, I saw that new lipstick on your desk today. Is that a new shade?"
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