Flora's POV
A week went by, and we found a rhythm. It was a risky, quiet game we played every single day under the bright office lights. In the mornings, we shared the quiet of his SUV, driving to work together. In the evenings, we went back to a house where we had to pretend we were just boss and intern. But during the day, the air between us stayed thick with tension, like a string pulled so tight it was ready to snap.
I had gotten used to the rush of it. I walked around the office floor knowing exactly how much I could rattle the most feared man in the building, and exactly how much power he held over me.
On Tuesday afternoon, that string finally broke.
I was sitting at the long wooden table for the third-quarter meeting. The room was packed with senior partners, department heads,
