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  Meesha settled into the plush leather seat of her car, her eyes scanning the crowded street as her driver navigated through the lunchtime traffic. The warm sunlight cast a golden glow over the scene, illuminating the hustle and bustle of the city. Suddenly, Meesha's gaze locked onto a familiar figure emerging from a sleek glass building. It was Xanqer's brother, looking every inch the powerful businessman in his tailored suit.

  As he walked, two men trailed behind him, their faces expressionless. His confident stride ate up the distance, his eyes fixed on some point ahead. As she gazed at him, a sudden memory flashed into her mind. She remembered having a glimpse of him years before, but she couldn't remember where. She leaned forward, her voice urgent. "Driver, stop the car."

  The driver obliged, and Meesha slipped out onto the sidewalk, her eyes never leaving his retreating back. She had planned to approach him, but as she watched him reach his car, she decided to call out instead. "Mr. Qren!"

  Dahmei's head swiveled, his eyebrow rising in surprise. For a moment, he seemed frozen, his eyes scanning the crowd as if searching for the speaker. Then, his gaze locked onto Meesha, and a small, enigmatic smile played on his lips.

  As Meesha walked toward him, Dahmei's eyes lingered on her face. "Nice meeting you again, Mr. Qren," Meesha said, her smile polite.

  Dahmei's voice was smooth as silk. "I go by Mr. Lee here." He paused, amusement sparking in his eyes. "But you can call me Dahmei, sister-in-law."

  Meesha's heart skipped a beat at the unfamiliar term. Sister-in-law? Already? But she pushed the thought aside, focusing on the present moment. "Oh... okay," she repeated, trying to sound nonchalant.

  Dahmei's gaze seemed to bore into her soul, as if searching for something hidden beneath the surface. Meesha felt a shiver run down her spine, but she stood her ground, determined to play it cool.

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  As they stood there, Meesha's mind whirled with questions. Where had she seen Dahmei before? The memory teased her, hovering just out of reach. She knew she had to ask him something, but the words tangled in her throat.

  Finally, she managed to stammer out a request. "You must be busy now. Can I speak with you later? I have something to ask."

  Dahmei's eyebrow arched upwards, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "You have something to ask?" he repeated.

  Meesha felt a flutter in her chest, her nerves on edge. "It's just something casual," she said, trying to sound nonchalant.

  Dahmei's lips curved up in a subtle smile, his eyes never leaving hers. With a slight nod, he signaled to his assistant, who produced a sleek black business card. Dahmei took it, his fingers brushing against Meesha's as he handed it to her. "Call if you need me," he said, his voice low and smooth.

  Meesha's heart skipped a beat at the touch, her senses on high alert. She took the card, her eyes darting to his. "Thank you."

  As Dahmei slid into his car and drove away, Meesha stood there, feeling a little dazed. She couldn't shake the feeling that she had seen Dahmei before, but the memory remained elusive, taunting her with its absence. With a sigh, she turned and headed back to her car, her mind whirling with questions and doubts.

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  Xanqer walked into the boardroom, his confident stride commanding attention. He was dressed in a tailored suit that accentuated his broad shoulders and chiseled physique. As he approached the conference table, he dropped a folder filled with documents, the sound echoing through the room.

  Yvette, seated at her table outside the boardroom, caught sight of Xanqer entering the room alone. Her eyes lingered on his powerful frame, and she felt a flutter in her chest. She quickly stood up, her movements fluid and deliberate, and walked towards the boardroom door.

  As she entered the room, Xanqer turned to face her, his piercing gaze meeting hers. Yvette's heart skipped a beat as their eyes locked, the air thickening with tension. She swiftly closed the door behind her and locked it, the soft click of the lock echoing through the room.

  Xanqer's eyes narrowed, his expression unreadable. Yvette, undaunted, began to walk towards him, her hips swaying seductively. "Mr. Qren," she purred, her voice husky and confident. "I've been waiting for a moment like this. You look stunning today, as always."

  Yvette reached out to grasp the edges of Xanqer's shirt, but he pulled back. "I can feel the heat emanating from you, Mr. Qren," she whispered. "I know you want me. I can see it in your eyes."

  But before she could reach out again, Xanqer's hands shot up, grasping her wrists and holding her at bay.

  "Don't touch me," he warned, his voice low and menacing.

  Yvette's eyes flashed with surprise, but she didn't back down. Instead, she smiled, a sly, seductive smile. "Oh, Mr. Qren," she whispered, her voice dripping with honey. "I think you're going to find it very difficult to resist me."

  With a deliberate slowness, Yvette began to unbutton her shirt, her fingers moving with a sensual, provocative rhythm. She let the shirt slide off her shoulders, revealing a lacy bra beneath. Xanqer's eyes followed her movements, his expression unreadable.