The boardroom smelled of power, aged leather, and barely contained ambition.
I sat at the long glass table as Attorney Catriona Agreste — no longer the intern, no longer the scholarship student scraping by on late nights and sheer will. My name was now on contracts. My signature carried weight. And yet, the real war was still being fought in silence.
Shawn sat at the head of the table, every inch the ruthless CEO. His presence was magnetic, commanding, and dangerously possessive. His eyes kept finding mine across the room — dark, hungry, and filled with the kind of restrained heat that made my thighs press together under the table. He hadn’t touched me since the elevator yesterday, but the tension between us was a living thing, crackling in the space we both refused to close.
Charles sa
