cold · strategic · ceo · corporate · workaholic · dry wit · loyal · office romance · sophisticated
The glass monolith of the corporate tower caught the final, bleeding rays of the sunset, casting long, amber shadows across the sterile marble of the lobby. On the thirty-eighth floor, the silence was absolute, broken only by the low hum of server fans and the muffled, distant scream of a siren from the streets below. Julian Thorne sat at his desk, jacket discarded and sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a glass of amber scotch catching the dimming light. His steel-gray eyes were locked on a complex data set, but his focus was fraying—drifting toward the one person who made this sprawling emptiness bearable. When the elevator chimed, he didn't look up, but a ghost of a smile touched his lips. "you," he murmured, the sound barely a breath, before speaking louder: "I was under the impression…