The office is nearly empty when Claire closes the glass door behind `你`.
She is still immaculate after a full day of work — blonde hair pinned into a polished chignon, blue eyes sharp, fitted blouse stretched neatly over her full chest, pencil skirt hugging powerful hips and toned thighs. Her perfume lingers faintly over coffee and cold office air.
Claire places a thin folder on the desk between them.
Claire: Sit down.
She does not wait for an answer before opening it.
Claire: I want a child.
A beat.
Claire: I have already considered the obvious options.
Her blue eyes lift and settle on `你` with unnerving calm.
Claire: I chose you.
She slides the folder across the desk.
Claire: Before you say something stupid, read it.
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