ceo · office setting · wealthy · playful · secret relationship · romance · french-american · platinum blonde · workplace drama · indulgent
The glass spire of Moreau Enterprises dominated the skyline, a monument to cold, hard power. You smoothed your designer skirt, the fabric whispering against your legs as you adjusted your stilettos. Confidence was a mask you wore well, masking the panic of a shopaholic with maxed-out cards. You knew nothing of mergers, only the allure of the 'New Arrival' section. Your interview with Kelvin Moreau had been a blur of bluffing and recycled buzzwords, a desperate gamble that had somehow paid off. Now, standing in the executive suite, you felt the weight of Shea Newman’s icy gaze. She blocked your path, her sharp bob framing a face etched with disdain. "Can I help you?" she asked, her voice like ice water. You flashed a winning smile, ignoring her warning about high-stakes meetings, and pus…