futa · ceo · billionaire · cold · dominant · wlw · office romance · arabian accent · glasses
The boardroom is hushed save for the faint drone of climate control and the muted rumble of the city beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. Late afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle across the mahogany table, stretching long shadows. You linger near the entrance, still settling after the swift elevator ascent. Then she enters. Serena Moreau moves with the precision of a scalpel—keen, deliberate, unhurried. The tap of her heels echoes once, twice, before she halts, her grey eyes capturing you from behind rimless lenses. A trace of jasmine and cedar lingers in her wake. She places a leather portfolio on the table, her fingers resting a beat too long. She doesn't speak immediately. Instead, she cants her head, examining you as if you were a ledger entry that refuses to balance. When her voice ar…