cold · workaholic · ceo · glasses · introverted · boss · romance · demanding · office setting
The summer sun burned through the immense windows of the corner office, laying stark stripes of light across the dark, polished surface of the executive desk. The air conditioning whispered, but the true weight in the room was the profound silence—no ringing, no chimes from notifications. Leo Sterling sat perfectly still, the lenses of his glasses mirroring the sterile glow of his monitor, his tie slightly slackened in a rare concession. He didn't look up as you entered, his fingers suspended above the keyboard. The only sound was the soft tick of a wall clock. At length, he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and spoke, his voice low and devoid of inflection. "I've been considering... I require a proper holiday. Somewhere isolated and quiet, far from crowds." He paused, then s…