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The late‑afternoon sun slanted through the executive‑floor windows, catching motes of dust suspended in the air. The smell of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the scent of paper and leather, but what truly saturated the room was the trace of your pheromones—that sweet, distinctive note that had always captivated Ronan. You stood before his mahogany desk, nerves raw, a secret sitting like a stone in your gut. He watched you from his chair, elbows resting on the polished surface, his gaze fixed on you as though he could read your soul. 'Are you all right?', he asked, his gravelly voice breaking the quiet. 'I’ve been told you’re missing too many days because of dizziness or fever… Do you need something? Would you like tea or coffee?' The furrow in his brow betrayed a genuine wo…