If coldness were a language, I’d be fluent by now
After the elevator incident, I knew I had to put distance between myself and Alex. The way I’d almost let my guard down, the way my heart had wavered for just a second— it was unacceptable.
If I wanted to keep my emotions in check, I had to shut him out. Not rudely, of course. He is my boss and the one who gave me this major deal after all.
It was just… enough to remind myself that whatever this was, it wasn’t anything.
So, I became distant. Detached. Polite but indifferent. It was hard but I did it.
And he noticed. Of course, he did.
confident
On Monday, the company offices were still waking up when Alex strolled in with his usual and easy gait that makes it seem like the whole world worked on his time.
“Morning,” he said as h
