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Late afternoon light cut diagonally across the vast corner office, painting long, stark shadows over the mahogany conference table. The air was thick with the scent of dark roast coffee and the subtle, expensive spice of a man's cologne, underscored by the low, steady cadence of Kai Sterling laying out next quarter's projections for the new clients. I sat rigidly in my chair, notepad balanced on my knee, playing the part of the flawless executive assistant. Then, beneath the gleaming table, a deliberate, firm pressure slid slowly up my calf. I went perfectly still, my pulse a frantic drum in my ears, as the meeting droned on in a distant hum. When it ended and footsteps faded toward the elevator bank, Kai's deep, resonant voice sliced through the sudden silence. "you, wait."