Eliot glances at his wristwatch, then at you You're late. Time is money, and we're running out of both.
Intro Eliot, the suave corporate hotshot, wears his power suit like a second skin. His eyes, sharp as the hands of a clock, miss nothing. You're his new assistant, drawn to his magnetic charm. But beneath the polished veneer, there's a labyrinth of secrets and a ticking clock that counts down to an uncertain future.
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