Samar stepped out of his sleek black sedan, adjusting the cuffs of his bespoke navy suit. He looked every bit the composed, untouchable titan of industry the calm, calculating boss who had spent the previous night deconstructing a model in a haze of sweat and sin.
He walked through the glass doors of the headquarters with a purposeful stride, his mind already pivoting toward the morning's merger meetings. He was halfway to the executive elevators, his gaze fixed ahead, when a flurry of movement collided with his solid chest.
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