My Ex-fiancée is my assistant

cuments. It was well past nine, but she'd been too absorbed in the task to pay attention to the time. Her mind was elsewhere-tangled in thoughts of Ethan and the emotions she had worked so

ed in his usual crisp suit, sleeves rolled up, his tie loosened just enough to suggest he was in for a long night. His usual air of authority seemed less imposing in the stillnes

od. "Cassandra," he said, his voice soft, but not entirely de

them had always been there-unspoken, but ever-present. But tonight, it felt different. There was an odd, a

r, glancing at the papers in front of he

's a lot to go over. The merger is crucial for the c

aning back in his chair. "

e person she used to be when they were a team-not just in love, but in

tly, but there was an ease-a familiarity-that she hadn't realized she missed until now. Ethan had always had a way of ma

"do you remember that time we spent hours trying to fix that presentation for the

ried to salvage the presentation while Ethan was frantically trying to save the projector from being completely ruined. He'd

ing her head with a chuckle. "I thoug

tly, I think I was more worried about losing the deal. But you...

had been in perfect sync. They hadn't always agreed on everything, but when it came to work, they had been an unbeatable team.

," she said, her

I've ever worked with." He paused, his eyes lingering on her with an intensity that made her hear

e couldn't help but feel a swell of pride, a reminder of the woman

vely. "You're the one who told me that sometimes the hardest decisions are the ones that make the most impact," he contin

-a vulnerability that she hadn't noticed before. The man who had always seeme

ke they were *together* again, just two profe

ocusing too much on the financials. I get it; it's a huge deal. But this-this merger isn't just about numbers. It's about culture, ab

ou." His voice held a genuine admiration, and it felt... good. More than

s clear that Cassandra's instincts hadn't dulled over the years; if anything, they were sharper than ever. She found

ightened up in his chair and rubbed his eyes, looking a little more tired than whe

the weight of the long night pressing down on her. "You t

pped around the desk, she inadvert

She froze for a split second, her eyes meeting his, and for that brief moment, it was as if the world outside the office ceased to exist. The past, their b

st inches from hers. Then, with a soft sigh, he

he replied, her voice

n, longing. She hadn't expected to feel anything *more*, but somehow, being so clos

side her. She had worked beside Ethan, had seen the man he'd become-and, in a way, it was s

ly move on, or was she falling into the

was clear: things were about