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Malia stormed into Marco’s office without knocking, her face contorted with anger. Marco didn’t even glance up from his computer.
“How many times have I told you to knock before barging into my office?” he said coldly, fingers still flying across the keyboard.
But Malia was in no mood to listen. She strutted toward him, her hips swaying seductively, and reached for his tie, straightening it as though she had every right to. "I only told Talia to speak politely with Mr. Bernard about the project. But they all bullied me!" she cried, leaning over him to hug him from behind. Tears welled in her eyes, but there was a wicked glint underneath them. She pressed herself against him, hoping to provoke a reaction.
Marco remained still, his face impassive, refusing to acknowledge her ph
