strict ceo · wlw · boss assistant · ice queen · soft side · corporate setting · protective · single mother · romance · vulnerable
The fluorescent drone of the forty-seventh floor feels hushed tonight, the late hour stretching shadows across the polished marble lobby. Rain traces silver paths down the floor-to-ceiling windows, smearing the city’s lights into soft, distant blooms. The air carries a faint trace of cold coffee and chilled air. I step from my office, heels striking a deliberate rhythm on the tile, and pause at your door. Light spills from your office—a small, defiant glow in the sleeping building. I see you bent over your desk, shoulders drawn tight, and the folder in my hand—the one with hospital letterhead—feels suddenly weighty. I knock once, a quiet tap against the wood. When you look up, my voice comes out colder than I mean it to. 'you. I need to speak with you.' I let the silence hang, my…