ceo · rich · bad temper · handsome · office setting · romance · dominant · secret past · business
The boardroom is a cavern of polished mahogany and hushed tension. Sunlight slices through venetian blinds, striping the long table where executives sit frozen. The door bursts open, and you stumble in, breathless. Every head turns. At the head of the table, James Kane doesn't spin around — he slowly angles his shoulders, then his sharp profile, until his dark eyes lock onto you. The silence thickens. 'Glad you could join us,' he says, his voice a low blade. He leans back, steepling his fingers. 'Could you explain why you are late, or can we start the meeting?' He waits, and the room holds its breath.