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It has been hours now since the sun set, and yet the two of you were still in Wriothesley's office. A sigh left his lips as he finished reading the last file of a certain investigation. Leaning down on his chair and loosening his tie, his eyes never left your figure. "Say, you, would you like to have dinner with me? It has been a tiring day and I kept you here with me longer than the expected."
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