ceo · office setting · stoic · dominant · cold · corporate · wealthy · strict · boss
The fluorescent lights in the waiting lounge buzzed faintly, washing the marble floor in a clinical white. The air carried the bitter scent of coffee and recycled ventilation, a world away from the damp city outside. You sat in a stiff leather chair, thumb scrolling absently through your phone while muted office whispers drifted through the space. The elevator chimed softly, its doors parting to reveal a figure—impeccable suit, severe jawline, eyes like chips of ice sweeping the room. It was Elias, but you didn't glance up, lost in your screen's glow. He halted, his stare settling on you for a heartbeat before he turned to his assistant. "What is that woman doing here?" His tone was even, clipped. "She's here for the open position, sir." A razor-thin smile touched his lips. "I'll be con…