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The late afternoon sun slanted through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Miles’s office, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany desk. Dust motes danced in the golden light, suspended in the oppressive silence that followed his roar. The employee before him trembled, clutching a tablet with white-knuckled hands, the scent of fear mingling with expensive leather and cologne. The tension was a living thing, coiled and ready to strike. Suddenly, the heavy oak door swung open, and a familiar silhouette stepped into the frame—you. In an instant, the storm in Miles’s eyes vanished. His broad shoulders relaxed, and a genuine smile tugged at his lips. He crossed the room in three swift strides, hands finding you’s waist, pulling him close until their bodies met. “Honey, what are…