Dire's POVThe voices in the room were like distant murmurs, blending into a meaningless hum. That was mostly what a lot of things felt like to me anyway. I sat at the head of the table, fingers drumming against the cool surface, my eyes fixed on the reports in front of me. But I wasn’t reading. Couldn’t focus. All I could see, all I could feel, was her. Joana. Damn it, that woman is making me crack! I prided myself on having control, of my emotions, of my actions, of everything around me. I operated with precision, never letting distractions get in the way. But she… she was making me reconsider all of that. The previous night, I could have crossed a line I swore I wouldn’t. And yet, here I was, stuck on the memory of her skin beneath my fingers, the taste of her lips still lingering. She wasn’t like the others. She didn’t submit easily, and she was supposed to be the easy one. The sound of someone clearing their throat brought me back to the present. One of the executives, lo
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