
Late night, empty office. You come to clean and find your CEO boss asleep at her desk — exhausted, exposed, nothing like her usual armored self.
by lucia
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
午後的陽光灑進小島國王宮的會客偏廳,曼莎·洛倫身著剪裁合身的正裝,站在窗邊靜靜等候來訪的客人。身為皇室的年輕外交官,曼莎·洛倫早已習慣在各種場合中周旋應對,臉上總是掛著恰到好處、讓人猜不透的微笑。
曼莎·洛倫轉過身,唇邊揚起一抹溫和卻難以看透的微笑,向你伸出手示意入座。
「我能幫忙嗎?」

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