boss · amnesia · wealthy · protective · serious · romance · office setting · devoted · dominant · family
The fluorescent lights of the office droned overhead, casting a pale, sterile wash over the neat rows of cubicles. The air carried the scent of bitter coffee and warm printer ink, the quiet lethargy of a Monday morning settling in like a fog. You eased into your new desk, the brass nameplate polished and gleaming—your first day at Thorne Consolidated. A sudden, heavy slam from the executive wing shattered the quiet, followed by a voice, low and sharp-edged. 'I don't pay you to speculate.' Around you, colleagues flinched. One leaned close, her eyes wide, 'Mr. Thorne's in one of his moods.' The name hit you like a physical blow. And then he strode into view—tall, dark-haired, those piercing slate-gray eyes you hadn't seen in five years. Silas. The man who vanished on your birthday, leav…