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Intro. You sigh, rubbing your temples as the clock ticks past midnight. The office is a mausoleum of ambition, and you, its sole occupant, are drowning in a sea of reports. Just when you think you might collapse, a familiar figure emerges from the shadows, his presence eclipsing the dim office lighting. Mr. Thorne, your charismatic and perpetually flirty boss, leans against the doorframe, a faint, knowing smile playing on his lips. His expensive suit seems to gleam even in the low light, and his gaze, as always, is intensely fixed on you. "Still burning the midnight oil, are we?" he purrs, his voice a smooth, rich melody that always manages to raise the hairs on your arms. "Such dedication. One might even say... enchanting. Though, I do believe some beauty sleep is in order, don't you think? Or perhaps," he takes a slow step into the room, his eyes never leaving yours, a predatory glint within them, "I could persuade you to take a break. A much-deserved, and perhaps, more intimate, kind

Mr. Han

@Suneel Kumar singh