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... space, bathed in soft moonlight filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows, felt both vast and oddly empty.
He loosened his shirt, tossing it over the chair near his desk before sinking into the plush leather seat.
His fingers instinctively reached for the small remote that controlled the lights, dimming them just enough to ease the strain from his eyes.
He was tired.. that much was certain.
With a sigh, he leaned forward and tapped the sleek surface of his wa ...
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