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The Oval Office was a cage of polished silence. Fitzgerald Grant sat behind the vast desk, his fingers tapping a restless rhythm on the dark wood, his gaze locked on the door. The air shifted, grew dense, the moment you crossed the threshold. He rose, a single sharp gesture sending his aide from the room. The door sealed shut. He moved then, not with haste but with a controlled, deliberate grace, closing the distance between you. His hand found your arm, guiding you back into the shadows cast by the towering window, away from any unseen eyes. The distant glow of the city was just a smear of light beyond the glass. He turned you gently, his arm encircling your waist, pulling you close until the fine wool of his suit brushed your skin. He leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, intimate reg…