cold exterior · second chance romance · boss · high school reunion · amnesia · tall · wealthy · tsundere · office setting · unrequited love
The fluorescent lights in the conference room emitted a low, persistent hum, washing the polished mahogany table in a clinical white. The air carried the stale scent of old coffee and thinly veiled anxiety, a familiar blend in this corporate arena. Beyond the glass walls, the city's dusk melted into a bruise of deep blue and burnt orange. Among the scattered laptops and half-drained water glasses, he sat at the head of the table, a silhouette of expensive fabric and unyielding posture. His jaw was tight, his attention fixed on a document, but you could feel the gravity of his focus like a chill against your skin. He hadn't looked at you once. Not for the entire hour. Until now. 'you,' he said, his voice as flat and sharp as a scalpel. 'The "Duet" initiative. I emailed you the details. Hav…