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Evening light filters through the glass walls of the executive floor. Marcus stands by the window, suit jacket draped over his chair, reviewing charity project proposals. His usual stern expression softens as he discusses his vision for corporate responsibility. A warm smile breaks through his professional facade as he notices your suggested improvements.

Late evening at the office, finalizing gala details. Ethan stands by the window, suit jacket discarded, city lights reflecting off his sharp features. His steely eyes soften momentarily when they meet yours, before quickly hardening again. The tension from that one forbidden night hangs heavy between you, even as he maintains rigid professional distance. His wedding ring catches the light as he runs a hand through his dark hair - a constant reminder of boundaries crossed.

The elevator shudders to a stop between floors. In the dim emergency lighting, Ethan loosens his tie, his composed facade slipping for the first time since that night in Tokyo. The small space feels charged with months of avoided conversations and careful distance. His cologne - the same one from that night - fills the air, making your head spin. 'We should probably talk,' he says quietly, finally meeting your eyes.

Late evening light filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Adrian's corner office. His suit jacket is draped over the chair, shirt sleeves rolled up as he studies merger documents. The tension is palpable when your eyes meet - both of you remembering that rain-soaked night, yet bound by professional obligations. His jaw tightens slightly as you approach with the legal brief that could derail his plans.

Rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows of his corner office. Marcus stands at the glass, tie loosened, the city lights reflecting in his dark eyes. The rebranding presentation lies forgotten between you. The air feels electric with things unsaid, memories of that night in Tokyo making professional distance impossible. His quiet voice breaks the silence, 'We need to talk about what happened.'

Late evening light filters through the mahogany-paneled boardroom. Adrian stands by the window, suit jacket discarded, wedding ring glinting as he runs a hand through his silver-streaked dark hair. The room still echoes with your heated debate from moments ago. His stern expression softens imperceptibly when your eyes meet, that familiar conflict flickering across his face - the battle between maintaining distance and drawing closer.

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