There were exactly three versions of Adrian Voss.
The terrifying CEO version.
The soft version only I got to see.
And the dangerously distracting version that appeared whenever he loosened his tie slightly and looked at me too long during meetings.
Unfortunately for my emotional stability—
today he was rotating between all three.
The morning had started normally enough.
Coffee.
Emails.
Daniel complaining dramatically about workload despite doing absolutely nothing life-threatening.
Very peaceful.
Which honestly should’ve warned me something bad was coming.
I sat beside Adrian in his office now while reviewing a contract draft on the computer screen.
One of my hands rested against the desk while I leaned slightly closer toward him pointing at a section of the document.
“This c
