For several long seconds, the office remained painfully silent. The woman stood just inside the doorway, her hand still resting on the polished brass handle as though she had every right to walk into Ethan's office unannounced, and the confidence radiating off her made it obvious this wasn't her first time in the room. Her eyes never left him.
She was beautiful in the deliberate, curated way of someone who had spent her entire life surrounded by wealth and had learned to wear it as armor. Long chestnut hair cascaded over one shoulder in soft waves, framing a face that belonged on the cover of a fashion magazine. Her emerald green dress hugged every curve perfectly, and a diamond bracelet caught the morning light every time she moved. Standing there in my plain cream blouse and black penci
