By the time Zavier finished handling company affairs, the morning sun was already creeping over the horizon. It was seven o'clock.

After a quick tidy-up, he prepared to leave.

Sarah watched her boss intently. Despite her own reflection revealing sallow skin and makeup reapplied multiple times after an all-nighter, Zavier still looked sharp—exuding a kind of unruffled virility that unsettled something within her.

Conveniently, a few other senior ...