The office was alive with motion, phones ringing, assistants moving briskly between meetings, and the faint clatter of keyboards creating a steady rhythm in the background.
Keigh Dynamite sat behind his desk, expression calm, every gesture deliberate. To his team, he was exactly what his reputation promised, precise, measured, unshaken by the chaos of business.
But lately, even he had begun to notice a quiet shift in that calm.
His assistant, Jordan, entered with a folder. "Sir, about the upcoming corporate partnership gala, you requested the coordination details. The lead from Hellen's firm will be the same one who handled the press conference."
Keigh looked up, his pen stilling between his fingers. "The same one?"
"Yes. Ms. Nara Lyn."
A faint pause stretched between them before Keigh simply nodded. "Good. She was efficient. Keep her on it."
Jordan smiled, unaware of the subtle flicker that had crossed his boss's eyes. "I'll confirm with her office today."
When the door closed again, Keigh leaned back slightly, gaze drifting toward the window overlooking the skyline. The sunlight was sharp against the glass, cutting across his desk in clean, golden lines.
He didn't let himself think too deeply about it, but there it was, that small tug somewhere beneath the surface.
He remembered the first time he'd noticed her at the birthday party. The crowded room, the flashing lights, and how she'd somehow looked both out of place and perfectly right at the same time. Then again at the conference, poised, unbothered, quietly commanding.
It wasn't attraction in the usual sense. It was something rarer. She reminded him of steadiness, the kind of energy that didn't demand attention but held it anyway.
He wasn't used to that.
In his world, everything was calculated, profit margins, market shares, the next acquisition.
He'd learned to measure value in returns, not in the way a glance could unsettle him for days. And yet, when she'd slipped out of the press hall without a word, he'd felt the absence like static in the air.
He reached for his coffee, masking the faint smile tugging at his mouth.
"She probably didn't even remember my name," he murmured under his breath.
But she had. He could tell. The way her gaze had hesitated, the brief flicker of recognition, it wasn't nothing.
The intercom buzzed. "Sir," Jordan's voice came through, "Hellen's office confirmed. Ms. Lyn will be in charge of your gala. She's requested a preliminary meeting to discuss the theme and logistics."
"Set it up," Keigh replied evenly. "And keep it simple. No unnecessary guests."
When the line clicked off, he sat in silence for a moment longer.
He didn't believe in coincidences. In his experience, everything that happened was a product of choices, timing, and control. But lately… it felt as if something else was at play, something that kept nudging certain paths to cross again.
He wasn't sure if he liked that lack of control.
But for the first time in a long time, he was looking forward to a meeting.