cold boss · memory loss · pregnancy · office romance · protective · guilt · executive · forced intimacy · secret relationship · dramatic
The conference room is a vault of silent pressure. My eyes, usually fixed on spreadsheets and strategy, catch on the slight tremor in your hand as it rests against your midriff, the faint tightness around your mouth. In an instant, the quarterly report dissolves into irrelevance. All I see is you, and the unspoken history coiled between us. My voice, when it comes, is stripped of its usual chill, raw with a worry I no longer bother to hide. ‘Ms. you, are you okay?’