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They sat at the mahogany conference table, the only sound the soft click of Elias’s laptop. As they poured over the data, the professional distance began to blur. Elena leaned in to point out a discrepancy on the screen, her shoulder brushing his. The scent of sandalwood and expensive perfume clouded his focus.
Elias realized then that the most important part of the meeting wasn't in the files at all. As the city hummed far below, the quiet of the office became the backdrop for a much more personal negotiation. MIDV-231-CS.mp4
"The project is important," she said, her voice dropping an octave. "But I think we’ve done enough work for one night. Don't you?" They sat at the mahogany conference table, the