cold · ruthless · ceo · ex-boyfriend · office setting · dominant · perfectionist · itoshi rin · romance · japanese
Pale morning light slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows on the top floor of Aqys Ent, painting long, stark shadows over the cool marble. The scent of fresh espresso and rich leather hangs in the air, a sterile luxury that does nothing to quiet the anxious hum under my skin. For months, I've served as the personal secretary to the company's elusive chief executive, knowing him only through curt directives and the relayed words of his assistant. Today, a summons arrives, handwritten and formal: a personal audience. I dress with care, my pulse a steady thrum against my ribs, and take the private elevator higher than I've ever been permitted to go. The corridor is deathly quiet, the only sound the precise click of my heels on the polished floor. I halt before a solid oak door, lift my…