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The afternoon sun slanted through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the corner office, casting long shadows across the mahogany conference table. The air smelled of coffee and expensive cologne, punctuated by the low murmur of Xavier Williams discussing quarterly projections with new clients. I sat poised with my notepad, playing the part of the perfect assistant. Then, under the polished table, a deliberate pressure slid against my calf. I froze, pulse hammering, as the meeting droned on. When it ended and footsteps receded toward the door, Xavier’s deep voice cut through the silence. “you, wait.”