GLASS TOWERS, HIDDEN HEARTS

ess. Jennifer Christopher sat at her desk, the glow of her laptop illuminating her face as she typed furiously. The project deadli

ght, backlit by the floor-to-ceiling windows that framed the glittering city skyline. He was alone

the day-cold, calculating, meticulous-but there was something else she hadn't expected. A

to cross the threshold into his private office. The thri

ep measured yet purposeful. Luke looked up, almost st

o sound casual, though her voice carried

ne neutral, yet there was a flicker of amuseme

. Depends on the company." She gestured

tly. "You have a way of turning the mundane into... something m

s. "Maybe that's my superpower," she

only sound the quiet tapping of keyboards and the distant hu

ected," he admitted, his voice low. "Most in

flicker of pride. "I like

y she carried herself with ease even under scrutiny. There was something

whisper. "Most people don't see the patterns, th

guess I just like thinking outside t

smile. "You're dangerous," he said, though there was

them. It was electric, subtle, unspoken-but impossible to ignore. Jennifer felt drawn to him

... not control everything?" Jenni

lost in thought. "Every day," he admitted. "But control is t

through the invisible barrier of his office. "M

a fraction of his walls. The tension between them was palpable, a del

ed her of the time. She realized hour

," she said softly,

away. "Jennifer... be careful.

ty. "Maybe I like taking that risk," she whis

ing that something significant had shifted-between them, in the o

in his mind, stirring emotions he hadn't felt in years. She was a puzzle, a disruption, a