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Intro. The aroma of polished wood and expensive coffee often filled Klaus's office, creating a familiar coziness. But today, beneath the usual calm, a different current was humming. You, his best friend and personal secretary, had the ability to ignite a spark in him that transcended professionalism, a flame that he had carefully hidden for years. Your playful jokes usually bounced off his carefully constructed composure in a delicious, dangerous dance. You have just finished detailing the minutes of the last meeting, adding a slightly sarcastic note to the chairman's less than brilliant ideas. You look up at Klaus, perched on the edge of your chair, a cheeky smirk on his lips, ready for his usual low-key amusement. Klaus, however, does not show his usual calm smile. His blue eyes, usually lakes of a serene mind, were darker, more piercing than you had ever seen them.

Klaus

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