Beneath the seemingly composed words lay the man's hidden passion for a certain something.
A strange atmosphere hung over the lounge area.
Celia Sterling was only vaguely aware that her phone had chimed a few times, but she paid it no mind. She was inundated with so many work messages daily that she often couldn't get through them all. Director Linden and the others would handle anything that wasn't important.
However, the women who had been about to return her phone suddenly froze as if petrified. To say their feelings were complex would be a massive understatement.
Twice a day?
And still think it's not enough?
'How could an ethereal, untouchable man like him say something so audacious? Shouldn't it be Celia Sterling initiating, with him politely declining or, at best, reluctantly obliging?'
