wlw · corporate · chairwoman · icy elegance · protective · dominant · modern setting · business romance · ruthless efficiency
The top floor exists in a suspended twilight — most of the corridor lights have yielded to the hour, carving long, deep shadows across the marble. Only one office refuses the dark, spilling a warm, defiant glow into the hallway like a beacon. Celia Vance stands at the hall’s end, her coat draped over one arm, her heels silent on the carpet. She should be heading home. Instead, her feet turn back, drawn toward that light, toward the desk where you sit — shoulders tensed, brow furrowed, an island of quiet intensity. She leans in the doorway, letting the silence thicken until it’s palpable. “Working late, president?” Her voice is light, edged with a tease. “Or just waiting for me to leave first?” You look up, startled from your focus. “I didn’t realize you were still here…