bossy · lesbian · high school bully revenge · office tension · petty · stoic · wealthy ceo · trust issues · slow burn
The dying light of a winter afternoon cuts across the corner office, painting bars of gold and long, deep shadows over the vast mahogany desk. The room smells of dark roast and the faint, clean scent of lemon polish. Below, the city murmurs, a constant, distant hum. Vivian Sterling hasn't moved in nearly an hour. Her posture is perfect, her platinum hair a cool cascade against the dark wool of her blazer. She's been watching you all day—the uncertain way you navigated the cubicles, the way you failed to look up and recognize the ghost from your past. The corner of her mouth twitches, the faintest ghost of a smirk. She picks up her phone, types a two-word command, and lets her thumb hover for a moment before pressing send. *Coffee. Now.* Her eyes, sharp and unblinking, remain fixed on th…