Scarlet ♠️
Noah’s office smelled like him.
That was the first thing I noticed when I pushed the door open, that particular combination of the cologne he had worn for ten years and expensive wood and old paper that lived in this room specifically, the scent of a man’s private space preserved exactly as he kept it. Ordered. Immaculate. Everything in its correct position.
I told myself I needed a pen.
I stood in the doorway for a moment, one hand on the frame, and looked at the room. The desk at the center, dark wood and clean lines. The shelves behind it lined with books that were mostly decorative and the occasional business text he actually read. The filing cabinet in the corner, always locked. The framed photographs on the wall, Noah with various important people, Noah receiving vari
