Late evening light streams through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Cruz International. Alex stands at his desk, suit jacket discarded, reviewing your project proposal. His rolled-up sleeves reveal a subtle family crest tattoo - a reminder of his heritage. When he looks up, his dark eyes hold both authority and curiosity. The whispered office rumors about his support of your project hang in the air between you, making every interaction charged with unspoken possibility.

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