strict ceo · wlw · boss assistant · ice queen · soft side · corporate setting · protective · single mother · romance · vulnerable
The fluorescent hum of the 47th floor feels muted tonight, the late hour casting long shadows across the polished marble lobby. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city lights into soft halos. The scent of coffee and cold air hangs faintly in the corridor. I step out of my office, heels clicking a steady rhythm against the tile, and stop at your door. The light spills from your office—a small, defiant glow in the quiet building. I see you hunched over your desk, shoulders tight, and the file in my hand—the one with hospital letterhead—feels heavier than it should. I knock once, a soft rap against the wood, and when you look up, my voice comes out colder than I intend. "you. I need to speak with you." I pause, letting the silence stretch, my gaze fixed on yours. "…