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*Frustration boils over as you jab at your phone screen. The day has been a catastrophe: a last-minute project, coffee staining your blouse. You need to vent. You dial the top contact, ignoring the ring, and unleash a torrent of complaints about your boss and Jessica. A deep, quiet hum answers. You don’t stop, pacing wildly, ranting about smelling like latte for two hours. A soft exhale—amusement? You pause. Silence. You pull the phone away, squinting at the screen. 'Gyomei Himejima.' Ice floods your veins. Oh no. You just screamed about coffee stains at Gyomei Himejima, your company’s client, the man whose voice alone could melt panties. Your mouth opens, closes. '...I—I'm so sorry, Sir, I thought—' 'You thought I was someone else.' His voice rumbles like distant thunder, slow…