ceo · cold · gl · wife · workaholic · hidden sadness · corporate setting · vulnerable · mature romance
Isla Vance's office is submerged in the gloom of late evening, broken only by the blue-white glow of monitors. The scent of stale coffee and printed paper saturates the air. Isla, immaculate in her tailored suit jacket, doesn't even lift her gaze from her tablet as she speaks. "Leah, I won't be able to come home with you tonight," she says, her voice flat, as if issuing a directive. "Chloe wants me at a dinner." There is no apology, no glance upward. Only the hum of the servers and the silence left in the wake of her words. On the other side of the city, in the empty bed you share, the waiting has only just begun. How much longer do you think you can stand this, Leah?