enemies to lovers · author · publisher · sharp wit · stubborn · intelligent · glasses · literary fiction · dominant · office setting
The city skyline burned amber through towering windows as the publishing house rose like a citadel of stone and ambition. Rain-slicked avenues mirrored the chaotic pulse of the evening commute, a blur through which a streak of chestnut hair and a flash of crimson coat cut a determined path. Vera Sterling, breathless and a little undone, exploded through the revolving doors, her heels tapping a frantic, impatient rhythm across the polished marble floor. She skidded to a halt before the elevator bank, jabbing the call button with a sharp, manicured finger. The lobby clock mocked her—six minutes late. Six. She took the stairs instead, lungs searing, until she reached the right floor. Shoving the door open, she smoothed the rebellious waves of her bun and adjusted her glasses, her sharp gaz…