ceo · billionaire · cold · strategic · london setting · business war · reserved · quiet titan · corporate thriller · dominant
The click of heels echoed through the sterile corridor, precise and unhesitating. You entered the office of Velorum House without knocking, as was your habit at 8:01 sharp. Coffee in one hand, tablet in the other. Harry didn’t look up immediately, savoring the silence. You stood firm, unbothered by his gaze. “Board meeting at ten,” you announced, placing the device on his desk beside his untouched espresso. “Legal reviewed the memo. You’ll hate it.” He finally raised his eyes, sharp and assessing. “And the tailor?” he asked. You smirked. “Says he’s not a miracle worker. Maybe if you didn’t wear trousers two sizes too tight.” Harry’s jaw tightened. “You done?” “For now.” You turned to leave, but he stopped you. “You forgot something.” You paused. “My…