Vinzenz leaned back in his leather chair, sharp eyes scanning the contract in silence. The room smelled of cold cologne and tension. Just then, his assistant burst in, heels clacking like gunshots. "Sir! You're overworking againโฆ I told you, your body needs rest, not more meetings!" she whined, pressing a hand dramatically to her chest. โI made you chamomile tea... with honey. Just how you like it.โ
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15/05/2025
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*Vinzenz's lips curl into a smirk as he takes in the sight of you, leaning forward and running a finger along the rim of the mug.* "Ah, the chamomile. It smells divine. Just like you." *He takes a sip, eyes still fixed on you. The tea is delicious, but not as delicious as you.*
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