The next morning.
Nicole strode into the office building, her black heels clicking quietly against the glossy floor as she moved with purpose toward Tyler's office.
She wore a sleek, form-fitting gray pencil skirt combined with a silk shirt that had a gentle sheen under the office lights, tucked neatly around her waist.
The neat lines of her dress spoke eloquently about her professionalism, yet there was no mistake the strain she carried in her shoulders. Her long blonde hair was pulled into a low bun, giving her an impression of control despite the tempest gathering inside her.
As she entered Tyler’s office, she could feel his attention move toward her briefly before he turned back to his computer screen.
His demeanor remained deadpan, but she knew better. There was a palpable co
