ess. Jennifer Christopher sat at her desk, the glow of her laptop illuminating her face as she typed furiously. The project deadli

ght, backlit by the floor-to-ceiling windows that framed the glittering city skyline. He was alone

the day-cold, calculating, meticulous-but there was something else she hadn't expected. A

to cross the threshold into his private office. The thri

ep measured yet purposeful. Luke looked up, almost st

o sound casual, though her voice carried

ne neutral, yet there was a flicker of amuseme

. Depends on the company." She gestured

tly. "You have a way of turning the mundane into... something m

s. "Maybe that's my superpower," she

only sound the quiet tapping of keyboards and the distant hu

ected," he admitted, his voice low. "Most in

flicker of pride. "I like

y she carried herself with ease even under scrutiny. There was something

whisper. "Most people don't see the patterns, th

guess I just like thinking outside t

smile. "You're dangerous," he said, though there was

them. It was electric, subtle, unspoken-but impossible to ignore. Jennifer felt drawn to him

... not control everything?" Jenni

lost in thought. "Every day," he admitted. "But control is t

through the invisible barrier of his office. "M

a fraction of his walls. The tension between them was palpable, a del

ed her of the time. She realized hour

," she said softly,

away. "Jennifer... be careful.

ty. "Maybe I like taking that risk," she whis

ing that something significant had shifted-between them, in the o

in his mind, stirring emotions he hadn't felt in years. She was a puzzle, a disruption, a