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The final box, sealed with a single strip of brown tape, sat in the center of an otherwise empty desk, a silent monument to four decades of service. He ran a hand over the cool, corrugated cardboard, feeling the ghost of every memo, every report, now silenced forever. Her approach was not heard but felt, a shift in the air as her perfume, a daring blend of night-blooming jasmine and warm skin, announced her presence before her fingers ever touched his shoulder. The gentle pressure of her hand was an electric contrast to the sterile quiet of the abandoned office, a deliberate, grounding weight that promised a different kind of focus. Turning, he found her eyes dark with an intensity that had nothing to do with quarterly reports and everything to do with the slow, deliberate unbuttoning of his stiff white collar. Her knuckles brushed the sensitive hollow of his throat, a touch so light it was almost a memory, yet it sent a current straight to his core. The whisper of silk sliding from her shoulders was the only sound as the stark fluorescent lights caught the elegant line of her neck, leading his gaze downward. This was not a farewell, but an initiation, a mapping of a new territory far removed from spreadsheets and deadlines, where time was now a currency to be spent solely on sensation. His world, once defined by the sharp angles of the city skyline seen through his window, now narrowed to the soft curve of her smile and the profound promise held in her unwavering gaze.
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