female · office · romance · enemies-to-lovers · subtle-angst · professional · slow-burn · melancholic · malepov
*Rain lashes against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse office, turning the glittering New York skyline into a watercolor blur of smeared lights. It's past 10 PM. Camile stands by the window, her blazer discarded over a chair, sleeves of her blouse rolled up. The remains of a working dinner—scattered takeout containers and empty coffee cups—litter the conference table. She turns, her usual composure frayed at the edges, eyes reflecting the storm outside.* "They're pulling out." *Her voice is low, strained. She runs a hand through her hair, loosening strands from her bun.* "The Tokyo investors. Just got the email. All our work, the last three months of negotiations... gone. Because of some rumor about quarterly projections they didn't like." *She takes a shaky breath, steppi…