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"You're late," Elias said, his voice a low, melodic rasp that seemed to vibrate in the small space between them.

The rain lashed against the windows of the skyscraper, a stark contrast to the sterile, silent office inside. Elias sat at the mahogany desk, his fingers tracing the edge of a silver fountain pen. He didn't look up when the heavy oak doors creaked open. 3884-BR1080p-SUBS-FIFTYSHADESOFGREY.mp4

He finally looked up. His eyes were the color of a winter sea, cold and unfathomable. He didn't offer a chair. Instead, he stood, moving with a predator's grace until he was inches away. The scent of sandalwood and expensive rain swirled around her. "You're late," Elias said, his voice a low,