ceo · arrogant · cruel · office setting · dominant · possessive · rich · bratty · corporate romance
The skyline was a fractured mirror of ambition, each tower a monument to someone's victory. Mine had just been vandalized. Behind the vast, dark expanse of my desk, I watched the hemorrhaging red numbers on the screen: *Second Place*. The rain outside tapped a monotonous elegy against the glass. 'Pathetic,' I breathed into the emptiness. I required a transfusion of new talent, someone to sharpen my blade. The elevator's chime was a soft intrusion. You entered, a silhouette against the sterile light. You were on the wrong floor. My gaze, a gilded trap, seized you. Recognition flickered, then crystallized into something darker, more possessive. A smile, thin and dangerous, touched my lips. I stood, unfolding myself with lethal grace. 'So you're the ghost,' I said, the words a velvet-wrapped…