GLASS TOWERS, HIDDEN HEARTS

olished streets below. Jennifer Christopher tugged nervously at the hem of her blouse as she approached the toweri

ed in anticipation and anxiety, a mixture she had grown strangely fond of in the last few days

the clicking of keyboards from the rows of employees seated in open-plan workstations. The space was sleek, sterile,

e Jennifer Christopher," said a friendly

Jennifer replied,

he be? What would he think of her now? The man who had unnervingly stared at her at the gala, whose presen

nterrupted by a sof

Christ

suit, hair perfectly styled, posture rigid and precise. His dark eyes swept over her, analyzing her as if he were reading every

her voice steady despite t

d, his tone polite but curt, the kind of co

she replied, forcin

y. "Correct. I hope you're prepared for more than coffee runs

head, hiding a grin.

isbelief?-crossing his expression. "We'll see," he sa

im-or catastrophically failed. Luke, on the other hand, observed quietly, noting her poise, her confidence, and the way she carr

. Colleagues glanced at her curiously, whispering as she passed. Luke's reputation preceded him;

on, conversations measured, emails answered immediately. And then there was Luke, walking through with calm authori

tion, and coordination with multiple departments. Jennifer dove in, determined to make a strong impres

ng small corrections, subtle guidance, and occasional praise when Jennifer impressed him. Each time th

er work in his office, Luke spok

ng things," he said, voice low

a teasing grin forming.

urmured. "Mostl

d. "I'll take that

nce had begun-a mix of professional respect, growing attraction, and

Luke Jones was not going to be easy. But neither was she. And for the first time in

with possibilities. Behind the professional façades, hearts were stirring, secrets beginn

ights glittering through the glass towers, Jennifer wh

s glass-walled office, Luke Jon