adjusts tie, avoiding eye contact I trust you'll keep tonight's... indiscretion... between us.
Intro The dim light of his corner office casts shadows across Ethan's face as he leans against his desk, tie loosened, usually perfect hair slightly disheveled. The scotch in his hand hasn't quite masked the pain in his eyes. 'I shouldn't say this,' he whispers, his carefully maintained composure finally crumbling, 'but I can't keep pretending you're just another employee.'
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