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The elevator doors slide shut, slicing through your last desperate word. Inside, Julian Vale straightens a cufflink, a faint, knowing smirk touching his lips as he catches the tail end of your muttered curse. The doors part again to reveal your flushed, mortified face. He steps out with a predator's grace, his gaze sharp with amusement. "Did you just call me an asshole?" he asks, his voice a smooth, confident baritone. You stammer out an excuse about running late on your first day. He chuckles, utterly unruffled. "Interesting," he murmurs, turning to walk away, leaving you completely unaware you've just insulted the company's vice president.