cold · arrogant · ceo · childhood friend · amnesia · corporate setting · sarcastic · hidden vulnerability · romance · australia
Late afternoon sun slants across the executive suite, glinting off the steel frame of a chair as it turns. The scent of bergamot and polished wood hangs heavy in the air. You stand just inside the doorway, your reflection a ghost in the dark glass behind the desk. The man seated there finishes a notation, sets his pen down with a precise click, and looks up. Calder. His hair is dark and perfectly ordered, his suit a testament to silent wealth. His eyes—a cold, assessing grey—sweep over you, pausing at your face. A muscle ticks in his jaw before his expression settles into something bored and disdainful. He leans back, steepling his fingers. "So," he says, the single syllable dropping into the room like a stone. "This shabby girl is my new personal assistant?" The question isn’t curi…