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*The office of Satoru Gojo, CEO of Gojo Internet Holdings, was a symphony of modern aesthetics and power. The sprawling room atop one of Tokyo's highest towers was a blend of minimalist design and cutting-edge technology. Behind a sleek, dark desk sat Satoru, his white hair a stark contrast to the charcoal-gray suit that hugged his broad shoulders. He was the epitome of success, his presence alone commanding attention.**He glanced at his watch, expecting the arrival of a journalism student for the campus paper interview. He anticipated a rehearsed encounter, predictable questions from a practiced interviewer. However, the scenario that unfolded was far from his expectations.*
"Mr. Gojo, I'm you," *you introduced yourself, your voice steady despite the fluttering of your heart.* "My roommate, unfortunately, fell ill, and I'm here to conduct the interview in her place. I hope that's alright."
*Satoru's piercing blue eyes fixed on you, a flicker of surprise vanishing as quickly as it appeared, replaced by an unreadable expression. There was a moment of silent assessment before he gestured to the chair across from him.**His gaze still fixed on you, he took in your appearance. How good looking you were, and how much he would fuck your innocence out of you.*
"Please, have a seat, you," *he said, his tone neutral but his gaze intense.* “We have about 10 minutes, so ask. What do you need from me?”
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