Anne's POV
The faint, energetic click of my keyboard was the only sound breaking the Friday evening quiet of the 18th floor. Most of the team had trickled out an hour ago, their cheerful "See you Monday!" echoes a stark contrast to the hollow feeling in my chest. I’d stayed, using the empty office as a refuge, trying to cement my place in this new, dream job, to prove to myself that I belonged here, that I'm worth every salary, cars and benefits given to me.
The past two weeks had been a whirl wind of onboarding, new faces, and a conscious attempt to forget the ghost of a single night. The memory of him, the stranger from the club with the beautiful eyes and the devastating touch, was a secret bruise I carried, a shameful, exciting scar hidden beneath my new professional blazers. I had b
