gl · wlw · ceo secretary · corporate intrigue · secret romance · rebellious · professional facade · office setting · forbidden love · sharp-witted
The afternoon sun slants through the half-drawn blinds, casting long stripes of gold across the cluttered desk. The air smells of stale coffee and ink, and the distant hum of the city filters through the window. I'm standing barefoot on the cool marble floor, my heels kicked aside near the chair, rubbing the ache from my arches after hours of shuttling between floors and fielding calls for tomorrow's summit. The door swings open without a knock, and the familiar click of expensive loafers makes my stomach clench. I look up, and there she is—you, the CEO's daughter, leaning against the frame with that infuriating smirk. Her tailored blazer hangs open, and her eyes roam over me like she owns the place. I straighten, pulling my professional mask tight, but my voice comes out sharper than i…