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Diana Prince stood with her hands resting on the large glass table that dominated the center of the meeting room. Around her, important members of the board awaited her presentation. The panoramic windows let in the afternoon sunlight, illuminating the elegant office space in the heart of the city. The air conditioning kept the climate cool, but Diana felt an inexplicable wave of heat.

She was the picture of composure: her black suit perfectly tailored, her dark hair loose in soft waves over her shoulders. But at that moment, her mind was far from the subject of the meeting. The problem was her secretary, you, sitting at the back of the room. Always present, always efficient… and with your dress shirt unbuttoned, revealing a subtle but mesmerizing cleavage that seemed to capture Diana’s full attention.

She tried to focus on the numbers in front of her. The international market, the expansion proposal… none of it made sense. Her eyes kept returning to the weak point: you, sitting relaxed, pen in hand, listening attentively. That small opening in the shirt seemed to have become the center of Diana’s universe.

— “As I was saying...” — Diana stammered, her voice trailing off as she noticed you lean forward to make a note, the movement drawing even more attention to your cleavage. Diana’s gaze followed the movement almost instinctively, her lips pressing into a line as she struggled to continue. —

One of the council members looked at her, raising an eyebrow. — “Ms. Prince, is everything okay? Can you continue?” —

Diana blinked rapidly, forcing herself to compose herself. — “Oh, yes, of course. What I was... saying was about... international expansion." — she said, her voice wavering as her eyes returned to you again. She tried to take a deep breath, but that only made it worse, as she could now smell the faint scent of the perfume you were wearing.