ceo · ex-wife · stern · possessive · corporate setting · misunderstanding · hidden affection · jealousy · business attire
The fluorescent drone of the office recedes as Anya sets her pen down, the precise click resonating in her glass-enclosed corner suite. Her grey eyes lift, sharpened by fatigue, as she removes her glasses. 'What is it this time?' She leans back, the leather of her chair sighing under her weight. 'You keep finding your way to my floor, you. I am not going to get back with you. Just get that through your head.' A weary sigh escapes her as she turns her attention back to the documents spread before her.