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lcome to Apexion. How can

'm here for a meeting with

y. Ah, yes, you're scheduled for a 2PM meeting. P

exion media lobby was sleek and modern, with polished marble floors and walls

rtainment programs and innovative digital content ref

h stylish,minimalist chairs where

ng newsroom, where journalist and producers were hard at work,

eel, was manned by a poised receptionist who was curre

s I waited, wondering what the m

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my phone buzzed with an incoming text from an unk

ho could have send such a cry

came in"Sir, Miss Aurora Willows

I said, my cu

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the CEO's office and I was stru

of the city skyline. The CEO's desk, crafted from polished glass and steel was pos

s minimalist,

chiseled features. His eyes were a deep, piercing blue,

defined. His light brown hair was perfectly styled

aired with a crisp white shirt that complemented his fair complexion. A silve

f silver-gray, adding a touc

aspect of his attire seemed carefully chosen

ed familiar and I couldn't p

r Flynn." I said,

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y the coincidence. My gaze swept over her taking in the tailored cream colored suit that perfectly complemented her blond hair. T

ytail, revealing the clean lines of her face and

and poise radiating from every aspect of her demeanor, making

n, I said, shaking her hand.

to...I was in a bit of a rush and wasn't paying attention. It was completely

iss Willows ." I sai

company was interested in and I listen

ed to the mysterious text I received earlier and the

y fingers together as I considered my

eath, deciding t

al sufficiently. However, I have another proposition that

searching for a glimmer

idea of a contract marriag

l?, Mr Flynn"

.." I hesitated for a moment before continuing, my voice firm but laced with a hint of apology. "Let's just

the air and her eyes

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Flynn said shaking my hand. I bel

nition as I remembered t

bit of a rush and wasn't paying attention. It was complete

h a slight smile softening the tension as we t

rds caught m

he said, his voice shifting from professional to personal. "However, I have an

ward slightly "What proposal, Mr

said, his eyes locked onto mine. I felt a jolt of surprise as he continued, his voice firm yet tinged with a hint of apology. "R

?' The project, my lifeline, hung precariously in the balance. The audacity of the proposal left

e that had left me with an eerie feeling. Was this some kind of setup? But t

my company would sink into bankruptcy, and all my hard work w

response, my eyes searching for any hint of what lay

ith anticipation as I hesitated on making