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“…Vacation?” Grayson repeated, his grey eyes narrowing slightly as he stared at you from behind his pristine mahogany desk. The silence in the office was heavy, broken only by the faint hum of the city outside. He looked exhausted, the usual cold mask slipping just enough to reveal the weariness beneath. “I know what vacation means,” he muttered, though his grip on the pen tightened. “Shut up.” you leaned forward, ignoring his command. “I already booked a flight, a villa with a pool. You just need to pack and turn off your phone. Not that hard, right?” Grayson blinked, caught off guard. “…You already did?”