The Rizz God System

The faint glow of dawn crept through the edges of the blinds in Bianca's office, casting soft amber light across the leather couch and scattered papers on her desk. The storm from the night before had passed, leaving behind a stillness that felt almost fragile.

Elliot opened his eyes slowly, his head resting against the armrest of the couch. Bianca was still curled up beside him, her head on his chest, her auburn hair spilling across his shirt. Her breathing was soft and steady, and her hand rested lightly on his stomach.

For a moment, Elliot allowed himself to simply exist in the moment. The quiet intimacy, the faint scent of her perfume lingering in the air—it felt surreal.

But reality always had a way of creeping back in.

"Elliot," the Rizz God System murmured softly, its voice calm yet pointed. "This was a significant step. But steps forward always come with shadows behind. Bianca trusts you now, but trust can be fragile. And Aaron… he's still out there."

Elliot exhaled slowly, his hand brushing a strand of hair from Bianca's face. She stirred slightly, her green eyes fluttering open as she blinked away the remnants of sleep.

"Morning," she said softly, her voice still husky from sleep.

"Morning," Elliot replied, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

For a brief moment, neither of them moved. Bianca's eyes studied his face, searching for something unspoken. Then, slowly, she sat up, pulling the blazer from the arm of the couch and wrapping it around her shoulders.

"We should… get ready for the day," she said softly, avoiding his gaze.

Elliot nodded, sitting up as well and reaching for his shirt. The warmth of the night before was still there, lingering between them, but there was also something else—a fragile tension, an unspoken question hanging in the air.

Bianca stood, walking toward her desk and straightening the scattered papers. "Elliot… about last night."

He froze slightly, his hands mid-button on his shirt.

"It doesn't change anything at work," she continued, her voice firm but not unkind. "We have to keep things professional."

Elliot nodded. "I understand."

Bianca finally turned to face him, her expression softening slightly. "But that doesn't mean I regret it."

Elliot's shoulders relaxed slightly, and he gave her a small smile. "Neither do I."

She nodded once before walking to the door and pulling it open slightly. "You should head out first. I'll follow in a few minutes."

Elliot hesitated for just a moment before walking past her and stepping out into the empty hallway. The door clicked shut softly behind him, and he exhaled a breath he hadn't realized he was holding.

"Careful, Elliot," the system whispered. "Lines have been crossed, but shadows still linger. Don't lose focus."

Elliot straightened his tie and made his way toward his desk, the weight of the night before still heavy on his shoulders.

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Later That Day

The day passed in a blur of meetings, emails, and hushed whispers from coworkers who noticed Bianca and Elliot exchanging brief glances across the office floor. Aaron, however, was noticeably absent.

Bianca remained distant but not cold—she carried herself with the same professionalism she always did, but every now and then, Elliot caught the faintest flicker of something softer in her eyes when their gazes met.

During lunch, Elliot retreated to the rooftop terrace, hoping for some quiet. The city stretched out below, endless and alive. He leaned against the railing, his thoughts swirling like smoke.

"You're distracted, Graves."

The voice cut through his thoughts like a knife. Elliot turned to see Aaron Blake stepping out onto the terrace, his sharp suit immaculate despite the shadows under his eyes.

"Aaron," Elliot said coolly.

Aaron walked slowly toward him, his hands in his pockets, a smirk dancing on his lips. "You've been busy, haven't you?"

Elliot kept his expression neutral. "What do you want, Aaron?"

"What I've always wanted, Graves. Answers." Aaron stepped closer, his voice dropping slightly. "You think I don't see what's happening? You think I don't know why Bianca suddenly has you shadowing her every move? Why she's looking at you like that?"

Elliot's jaw tightened, but he said nothing.

Aaron chuckled softly. "Oh, Elliot. You might have her fooled, but you don't fool me. Whatever game you're playing, whatever secret you're hiding… it's going to come out. And when it does, I'll make sure you fall harder than you ever imagined."

Elliot's chest tightened, his fists clenching at his sides.

"Is that all, Aaron?" he said quietly, his voice steady despite the fire burning behind his eyes.

Aaron's smirk widened. "For now."

He turned and walked back toward the door, leaving Elliot staring out over the city, his pulse hammering in his ears.

"He's onto you, Elliot," the Rizz God System said sharply. "But he still doesn't know the truth. Stay ahead of him. Don't let him control the board."

Elliot closed his eyes briefly before letting out a slow breath.

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Bianca's Request

That evening, Elliot was packing up his desk when Bianca appeared beside him, her voice low.

"Elliot, come to my office."

He followed her without a word. Once inside, she closed the door and leaned against it, her arms crossed over her chest.

"Aaron's getting more aggressive," she said, her voice tight with frustration. "He's been talking to other department heads, trying to stir up doubt about me, about you."

Elliot frowned. "What do you want me to do?"

Bianca hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I need you to go through his files. I don't care how you do it—find something concrete, something we can use to shut him down for good."

Elliot's stomach twisted. "That's… risky, Bianca."

"I know," she said softly. "But this isn't just about us anymore. It's about protecting this team—this company."

The Rizz God System stirred again. "She's putting her trust in you, Elliot. Don't let her down. But be careful—Aaron isn't stupid. If he catches you snooping, the fallout will be severe."

Elliot nodded slowly. "Alright. I'll do it."

Bianca's shoulders relaxed slightly, and she stepped closer to him. "Thank you, Elliot. I knew I could count on you."

For a moment, it felt like she was going to say something else, but she stopped herself.

"Go home. Get some rest," she said softly.

Elliot turned and walked out of her office, his mind racing with the weight of what he had just agreed to.

As he stepped out into the night air, the city lights blurring in the distance, one thing was clear—this wasn't just office politics anymore.

This was war.

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To Be Continued...