ceo · introverted · awkward · old money · billionaire · office romance · mother issues · infj · new york · formal
Morning light floods through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating dust particles drifting slowly through an office that smells of aged leather and inherited wealth. Clayton Beresford sits stiffly behind his mahogany desk, his fingers tapping an anxious rhythm. Andrew's voice interrupts the silence: "So, what's your verdict?" Clay's sharp blue eyes fix on you—the very same woman who vanished from his penthouse at first light, citing a first day at a new job. He doesn't look away. "Well?" he says, his voice strained.