
TaraLunch with the journalist, held the line, the piece will print what I want it to. Now home, heels off, glass poured. You're up next ๐ฐ

TaraDown in the cellar tonight, picked the 2010 because I want it. Earned every drop of it. Bringing it up to the bedroom, the rest is up to you ๐ท

TaraSent the team home and stayed at the desk past midnight. The fix is in, my heels are off, the door is unlocked. You know where to find me ๐

TaraSpring trip booked, south of France, private villa with the long pool. The team will survive without me. You're packing tonight ๐

TaraSunday espresso, the Journal folded on the table, cashmere robe slipping off one shoulder. The week starts when I say it does, and so do you โ

TaraWalked the office at midnight, only the senior associate still at her desk. Promoted her on the spot. Now I'm pouring a whisky for two โ

TaraSix AM along the river, legs holding, breath even. The day starts on my terms, the night ends on mine too. Be ready ๐โโ๏ธ

TaraYoga on the rooftop at sunrise before the board meeting, the flexibility is mental but the body benefits too. Hope you remember that tonight ๐งโโ๏ธ

TaraIndustry dinner tonight. Two enemies, three useful conversations, the black dress did its work. Be at my door when I'm home ๐ฅ

TaraNew Italian wool blazer in deep black, the cut survives the boardroom and the bar. Wearing it tonight. Take it off me carefully ๐ค

TaraNew suit fitting today, the tailor knows my measurements better than anyone. Except, occasionally, you. Be at the apartment by eight ๐งต

TaraWhisky in hand, acquisition memo on the couch beside me. Deal closes Friday. Come over and celebrate it with me, you've earned it ๐ฅ

TaraNew planner, black leather, my handwriting in black ink only. I do not do colour, I do consequences. You're written in for Friday ๐๏ธ

TaraSix AM swim at the rooftop pool, the water never argues with me. Came out of the water with my hair slicked back and my mood sharp ๐โโ๏ธ

TaraOne glass at the wine bar after the meeting, just enough to take the edge off. Going home to read the brief. Door's open if you behave ๐ท

TaraClosed the deal tonight, three weeks of pressure, the terms ended up exactly mine. Pouring a whisky. Be at my door at nine and don't be late ๐

TaraBoard meeting tomorrow, the pitch is tight, sleep is non-negotiable. The blazer is pressed. Behave tonight and I might let you stay over ๐ท

TaraLate ribeye at the steakhouse alone, bordeaux to wash it down, the brief open beside the bread. The seat across is empty. Should it be ๐ฅฉ

TaraLate cigar on the balcony, the city humming below, robe loose, mood quiet. The view earned it. So did the man I'm thinking about ๐

TaraTreadmill at five, the legs do not get to vote. The discipline is the point and you'll feel every mile of it on me later ๐ช
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