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The elevator reached the design department in no time.

"P-President Grayson, I need to get to work!"

She bolted out of the lift in a panic, fleeing without daring to look back.

Through the narrowing gap of the closing doors, Xavier Grayson silently watched her retreating figure vanish down the hall.

Inside the design department.

Right on the stroke of eight!

Pantless and breathless