Mitchell stepped into the company building, his jaw clenched and his fists slightly curled at his sides. The very thought of seeing Daniel in the same workspace was enough to set his nerves on fire. That cousin of his—charming, sly, and manipulative—had always rubbed him the wrong way. And now, with his father away and him acting as the next in command, Mitchell had the unpleasant task of officially introducing Daniel to the IT department.
He walked briskly to his office, the weight of responsibility pressing against his shoulders. But as he opened the door, the sight before him momentarily softened his features.
Flora was already there, sorting out files on his desk. Her brown curls bounced slightly as she moved, humming a soft tune under her breath.
“Good morning, my fake boyfriend,”
