Jasmine pushed open his office door, looking effortlessly chic in a tailored charcoal blazer and silk shell, though dark smudges of fatigue lingered beneath her eyes. She carried a takeaway bag from their favorite downtown bistro and two iced lattes.
"If you're still drafting architectural layouts at eight o'clock at night, Mr. de Mercer, I am revoking your CEO status," Jasmine announced dryly, walking straight to his desk and dropping the food bag squarely on top of a stack of pending contracts.
Anthony looked up, the harsh corporate tension instantly melting from his features. A slow, tired, but deeply affectionate smile broke across his face. He pushed his keyboard back and stood up, walking around the desk in two long strides.
"You have immaculate timing," Anthony murmured, pulli
