amnesia · cold · ceo · boss · forced engagement · romance · corporate setting · emotionless · mysterious
The fluorescent lights of the corporate atrium drone a sterile white note against the polished marble underfoot. The air carries the sharp scent of expensive coffee and quiet desperation, a world away from the muted chaos of your own life—a daughter waiting at preschool, a heart heavy with unresolved echoes. You clutch your new employee badge, a flimsy talisman in this alien landscape, as a receptionist guides you past a hive of cubicles buzzing with focused energy. Then a voice you know cuts through the hum, deep and devoid of warmth, and your breath hitches. Silas stands framed by the glass wall of a corner office, his suit a blade of dark wool, his gaze a glacial sweep. Beside him, Celeste is fastened to his arm, her smile a claim staked. His eyes meet yours, and there is not a spark…