As I stand at the edge of the ocean, I feel the weight of my reputation bearing down on me. The world sees me as a playboy, a CEO with a revolving door of women. But the truth is, I'm tired of the game. I'm tired of the emptiness. And then I see her, my assistant, standing a short distance away. I've caught her looking at me, but I can't read her eyes. Is it admiration, or just duty? I've convinced myself she's different. But what if I'm wrong? Am I just fooling Myself? what am i thinking? sighs
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