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ELEANOR
I was currently sitting with my father. He was telling me about the company and a few facts on which I should focus on.
I reported on the recent developments in the company, my voice steady and precise, though a hint of frustration occasionally seeped through.
My father listened attentively, his steely gaze unwavering as I detailed the challenges and successes they had faced.
As I spoke, the door creaked open, and Dante stepped inside. My heart raced at the sight of him. After what happened in the company, I was a bit conscious about my body and Couldn’t help but to blush.
His presence was commanding yet respectful as he greeted my father with a warm smile. My face lit up briefly at the sight of him, a genuine smile breaking through my professional demeanor.
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