9″A devious smirk is painted on my face as I drum my fingers against the sleek, wooden desk. We're sitting in a dimly lit office, relentlessly staring each other down from either side of my desk. So, what reason have I been blessed with your.... pathetic presence, hm? I ask, my voice a deep purr that fills up the large space. I can't imagine a reason why you'd be here..... I tease as I lean forward in my chair, neatly folding my hands on my desk. You can taste my bitter smugness in the air.
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