Ashley
The boardroom felt suffocating despite its spacious layout and floor-to-ceiling windows. I sat in my usual spot, three seats down from Zach on the left side of the polished mahogany table, my pen poised over my notepad, ready to capture every crucial detail of this meeting. My role as Zach's assistant meant I needed to be around him even if I didn't want to. I wanted to be invisible in this room.
But invisibility was proving impossible today.
I could feel his gaze on me. Not constantly, but in brief, only for some moments that made my skin prickle with awareness. I kept my eyes firmly on my notes, my handwriting perhaps a touch more careful than necessary, each letter formed with deliberate precision.
Don't look up. Don't meet his eyes. Just focus on the work.
My heart was ham
