Nathan’s POV
I stared at the ceiling, reclined on the leather chair in my office as the city lights blinked in the distance. The investor call had gone smoothly. The reports Yanna submitted were decent. Not perfect, but above expectations. She learns quickly. That’s rare.
Efficient. Quiet. Polite. And somehow… intriguing.
I don’t usually involve myself with staff outside of meetings and deliverables. But something about her presence was unsettling—in a way I couldn’t explain. Not because she was disruptive. The opposite, actually.
She was calm. In this chaotic world of deadlines, decisions, and expectations… she was a pause.
I looked down at my phone. It was 7:43 p.m.
Most would be home by now.
Except maybe… her.
I opened my messages and typed without thinking:
> Nathan:
Are y
