Grayson sat behind his desk, the weight of the office pressing in on him the way it always did when he was alone. The room was quiet except for the muted hum of the air conditioner and the soft rustle of paper as he flipped through reports.
He signed off on one file, slid it aside, and reached for the next without lifting his head.
The door opened.
He didn’t look up immediately. He already knew who it was. He could sense her presence the same way he sensed inefficiency, unnecessary and lingering.
His secretary stepped inside, closing the door a little too carefully behind her. She adjusted her blouse as she walked, tugging it lower, letting it fall open just enough to draw attention. Her heels clicked softly against the floor as she approached the desk, stopping closer than profession
