Daniel’s POV
Three weeks pass in careful professional rhythm.
Friday night, Amelia stays late again. I see her office light from my window.
I grab two coffees from the break room. Walk to her floor. Knock on her door frame.
"Coffee delivery." I hold up the cups.
She looks up from her laptop. Hair falling out of its clip. Glasses sliding down her nose. Beautiful.
"Thanks." She takes the cup. Our fingers brush. Electricity shoots through me.
She feels it too. I see it in how quickly she pulls away.
"The Hong Kong team confirmed." She turns back to her screen. Safe territory. "They want to move forward with the partnership."
"That's your fourth major win this month." I lean against her doorframe.
She doesn't look at me. "I want to finish this restructuring and go home."
"It's 7 PM
