The air in the office was suffocatingly still. Min-Hee stood frozen at the door, her fingers white-knuckled as she gripped the handle. Her eyes were wide, darting from the scattered piles of paperwork on the floor to the sight of Maeve sitting defiantly on Cassian’s lap.
Maeve didn't scramble away. She didn't blush or hide her face in shame.She reached up, her movements slow and deliberate, and smoothed the lapel of Cassian’s wrinkled suit jacket. She could feel the heat of his body beneath the fabric, and she knew Min-Hee could see the possessiveness in the gesture.
"You really should learn to knock, Min-Hee," Maeve said, her voice dripping with a cool, sharp edge. "I know things might be more relaxed in the Seoul branch, but here, we respect a closed door. Especially when a man is busy
