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Clint took the lead, striding purposefully ahead of Elena, guiding her through the corridor with a confident air. As they approached the entrance to an office, he halted and turned towards her, his gaze filled with a blend of respect and professionalism.

"Miss RoseFord, please go on ahead," Clint said, his voice carrying a hint of formality.

Elena's eyes met his, acknowledging his gesture of deference. She appreciated Clint's understanding of the protocol and his recognition of her status as a valued guest. With a nod of gratitude, she stepped forward.

Taking a deep breath, Elena pushed open the door, entering the office with a poised grace. The space exuded an air of authority, its decor reflecting the high standards and professionalism expected within. As she crossed the threshold, she felt a surge of anticipation, knowing that the meeting ahead would present both challenges.

As she stepped inside, the air crackled with tension, charged with anticipation. Her eyes immediately locke