Falling for My boss

icking of pens against notepads. The long, polished mahogany table reflected the overhead lights, giv

yes scanning the reports in front of him with sharp precision. Every word he spoke carried weight, his deep voi

e-excep

ng the meeting on purpose. She had tried to listen. She really had. But with Adrian sitting there, his sleeves rolled up just enough

Bad idea. He looked even more breathtaking up close, a

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an was looking straight at her, one brow slig

,

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ing that made the boss no

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n working at Paramount Financial Group for over a year now, and though she was known for her

an air of authority that was impossible to ignore. But what started as mere admiration slowly grew into something deep

tall, charming, light-skinned, and undeniably good-looking. His presence alone commanded respec

relessly to ensure its success, rarely allowing personal matters to interfere. He

his wife. It was a mystery, one that fueled quiet speculation among his employees. But Adr

ared to ask. Instead, she simply wondered-what kind

hering her to reality. Her mind had wandered too far, lost in the ridiculous not

a man who needed to raise his voice to be heard; his authority was woven into every syllable. Even when he was simply

ame. The crisp white shirt beneath it contrasted sharply against his tanned skin, while his black tie sat neatly in place, as though it hadn't been touched since the moment he pu

like he could see through every excuse, every hesitation. Aria had seen it many times-the way colleagues straightened in t

, Aria. But how was she supposed to focus when the man sitting at

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eart

ach twisting when she realized those

he noticed

agai

f Adrian's lips, barely noticeable-but

hly, shifting his gaze away as if the momen

things, Aria remained seated for a

Or maybe-just maybe-she ha