The Ceo's Secret Guard

Munroe

d that came from an overzealous air conditioner like the ones in this buildi

ad shifted. I noticed how people sat straighter, their loud murmuring voices now dropped lower, and the click of keyboards

immune to this

his head bent slightly as he scanned through a document, one hand in the pocket of his c

like he had stepped out of a magazine spread for power and precision,actually he al

gaze flicked up onc

ment, but it was long enough to send my st

call my full name for reasons best known to her whispered fr

embarrassment. But my mind just wasn't on quarterly projections. It was on the memory of his voice from last night's conversation the one that had come after hours, so unexpected, with no real reason e

s this man eve

ped out. My pulse kicked up as though

d my desk, his voice low but st

ice, like he didn't rid me of all my choices the

y best to ignore the voice that asked me to adjust m

kyline of Manhattan sprawling behind him like his personal kingdom. The bli

" he said withou

f I actually existed a

ed reg

hing way bigger than both of us. When he finally decided to look at me, the intensity made me take half

aiting for a response, he went on "And you've done more in that time than p

uldn't help but wonder if it was because of his gaze pinning to the s

," I manag

den as ever. "Well Miss Munroe, I also notice dist

sure why. "Are you... implying something Mr Pierce

I am not implying," he said. "

een us was a wire pulled t

ded, said yes, sir, and walked out like a profess

say, "Maybe distractions are

yelling at me in disappointment and self sabotage, I

, he stepped closer. Close enough that th

t you're playing wi

even I

d before my courage co

he might actually say something reckless. But then h

enty minutes.

mis

hings for certain one, I was already in far deeper than I should be, an