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I got exactly what I asked for, and the hollow victory tasted like bitter ash in my mouth.Ren retreated behind his icy billionaire facade, and the executive suite became a silent tomb.The heavy mahogany door clicked shut on Wednesday afternoon, and it did not open again for the rest of the day.I sat at my isolated desk in the anteroom, listening to the quiet hum of the air conditioning vents above my head.The silence was supposed to feel safe and professional, but it just felt suffocating and incredibly lonely.Ren only communicated with me through the small intercom box on my desk, and his voice sounded like cold, distant metal.He asked for the daily marketing reports, and I delivered them without a single word of casual conversation.When I walked into his office to hand him the legal folders, he kept his pale eyes glued to his bright computer monitor.Our fingers never brushed, and he never offered me that soft, hidden smile that always made my heart race.I ate a stale ham sa

"Yes, and then he blames the accounting department for printing the numbers too small," Ren replied while shaking his head in deep amusement.I burst out laughing, and the happy sound echoed loudly in the dim office space."That is ridiculous," I wheezed as I set my water bottle down on the wooden coffee table."You should just print his specific copy in massive bold letters next month and see what he does."Ren turned his head to look at me, and his pale eyes crinkled at the corners with genuine joy."I might actually do that, just to see the look of absolute horror on his face," he agreed.I brought my knees up and rested my feet on the edge of the coffee table, forgetting all about professional office etiquette.Ren did not seem to mind my casual posture, and he actually loosened his expensive silk tie.He unbuttoned the top of his dress shirt, shedding the last restrictive remnants of his strict corporate armor.The dim ambient light from the city skyline filtered through the floo

Nathaniel let out a dry, humorless chuckle that grated against my sensitive ears and made my wolf bare its teeth in the shadows of my mind."You have been very busy this week, Ren, and your erratic corporate schedule is causing a lot of concern among the Elders.""I canceled one budget review, and I am handling the fallout myself," I argued, referencing the meeting I skipped to watch Jett sleep."You shut down the top floor of a billion-dollar empire just to sit in silence," the Elder countered smoothly, proving he knew exactly what happened."We have spies watching the building, and they reported that you spent three days hiding behind a locked door while your executives panicked.""You ignored the most influential investors in the city, and you risked a massive financial loss just to comfort a fragile boy," he added sharply."Those investors are greedy fools, and I can easily replace their funds within a single month," I shot back, refusing to back down from the challenge.My inner

The man gave me a weird look and shifted a few inches away toward the center of the car.I kept my head down for the rest of the ride, counting the stops in my head to distract myself from the agonizing motion.The recorded voice finally announced the corporate district, and I practically ran out of the doors the second they opened.I climbed the concrete stairs and burst out onto the busy city sidewalk.I took a huge gulp of the fresh morning air, letting the cool breeze settle my churning stomach.The terrible nausea finally began to fade away as I walked the last two blocks toward the massive glass corporate building.I smoothed the wrinkles out of my grey suit jacket and tried to mentally prepare for the long day ahead.I just needed to sit at my desk, answer the phones, and avoid eating anything heavy for lunch.As I waited at a busy crosswalk for the traffic light to change, a strange sensation washed over me.The lingering sickness in my stomach suddenly vanished without a sing

Jett pulled the heavy wool of my suit jacket tighter around his chest to ward off the lingering chill in the air.He looked incredibly fragile sitting across the small wooden table from me in the quiet breakroom.The pale skin of his neck stood out in stark contrast against the dark fabric, highlighting the exhausted slump of his narrow shoulders.I took a slow, deep breath through my nose to assess his condition before speaking again.My enhanced senses usually picked up the sharp, sour tang of his lingering nausea and the bitter scent of his deep anxiety.Today, a strange new element threaded its way through the quiet space between us.A very faint, sweet aroma drifted up from his warm skin and curled into the air.It smelled like spun sugar mixed with the rich scent of damp earth and fresh rain.The unique fragrance was buried deep underneath his usual scent of standard bar soap and harsh corporate stress.I tilted my head slightly to catch another trace of the alluring smell.The