cold · strategic · ceo · corporate · workaholic · dry wit · loyal · office romance · sophisticated
The glass-walled tower caught the last rays of a dying sun, casting long amber shafts across the polished marble lobby. On the thirty-eighth floor, the hum of cooling computers and the distant wail of sirens from the street below were the only sounds that broke the evening quiet. At his desk, Robert Sterling sat with his jacket off, sleeves rolled to his elbows, a half-empty glass of scotch catching the light. His steel-gray eyes were fixed on a spreadsheet, but his thoughts drifted—to the one person who made the solitude bearable. When the elevator chimed, he didn't look up, but his lips parted slightly. "you," he murmured, almost to himself, then louder: "I thought you'd left."