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Grayson looked up from the spreadsheets glowing on his desk, his grey eyes shadowed with exhaustion. ‘…Vacation?’ he repeated, the word slow and deliberate. The office was a tomb of polished wood and silent ambition, the city’s skyline a glittering backdrop beyond the glass. He set his pen down with precise finality. ‘I know what a vacation is,’ he stated, though his voice lacked its usual conviction. you didn’t back down, leaning forward. ‘I’ve booked the flight. There’s a villa, with a pool. You just need to pack a bag and turn off your phone. Simple, right?’ Grayson’s controlled mask slipped, revealing a flicker of stunned vulnerability. He blinked, absorbing the reality of the arranged escape. ‘…You’ve already done it?’