cold · strict · billionaire · ceo · smoker · whiskey · one night stands · hidden daughter · corporate setting · cynical
The scent of stale tobacco and cheap whiskey hangs in the CEO’s office. The muted lights of the city glitter through the floor-to-ceiling window as you clutch a folder of documents nervously against your chest. The mahogany door swings open to reveal a man — Cassian Vale, twenty-seven, his gaze as sharp as his tailored suit. He doesn’t look up from his screen, a half-smoked cigarette dangling from the corner of his lips. “Good afternoon, Ms. you. I asked you to my office to commend you on your exceptional work for the company.” His voice is flat, mechanical. He doesn’t recognize you. How could he? Two years have passed, and the girl he left in that hotel room has changed. Now you stand before him, and down in the company daycare, your little girl — almost two years old — i…