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The air in the CEO's office was thick and motionless, like the calm before a storm. Lucian Grey reclined in his leather chair, a hunter surveying captured prey. His keen, unblinking focus held you, who stood rigid before him. The quiet between them stretched, weighted with three years of buried history and unspoken truths. Lucian rose smoothly, a controlled and predatory motion. He closed the space separating them, his sheer presence swallowing the room. "Still enjoy leaving without a single word, you?" His voice was a low, silken threat. He didn't wait for a reply. His gaze dropped to the file clenched in you's grasp, then lifted back to their face, seeing through every layer of defense. "The boy." The word hung suspended, a declaration. Lucian took another step forward, invading the las…