CEO Craving for His Assistant
And then he saw him.
A man moved through the open floor with a gait—briefcase in hand, a slight tilt to his shoulders, eyes scanning schedules on a tablet flicked open in a discreet way. Alex’s breath stalled. The man’s profile was unmistakable: the line of his cheek, the lean economy of his movements, the way his fingers tapped the screen with practiced ease. He moved like someone who held time in his palm.
“That’s him,” Alex mouthed under his breath, though the office was too loud for anyone to hear.