Ownership of the heart

igh-end toner, expensive espresso, and the quiet, vibrati

and groaned loudly earning little looks from her colleagues. "uuuuurrrggghhh if I have

yndrome. Stage one is the twitch. Stage two is caffeine induced hallucinations. Stage three is when you start believing the CEO actually exists and isn't just an AI programmed

ment's overtime budget. It's a very jagged, very aggressive 'K. Blac

eaned in close, her eyes wide with the look of someone who spent too much time on office message boards. "I heard he lives in the pentho

rs into her arms and stood up, straightening her clothes that go wrinkled from sitting. "I have to get these to the twe

his left hand held a cup of coffee she could have sworn he wasn't with

missed the archive deadline which was 5: 30 pm, the entire quarterly audit would be delayed, and the

r arms were aching under the weight of the heavy folders, and a dull ache was beginning to throb behin

d frantically. To her surprise, the gold-plated doors of Elevator 4-the one

so she thought fo

led, her folders nearly flying out of her grip, and she let out a loud, ungraceful huff o

ng her back against the cool mirrore

wentieth floor, but her hand froze in mid-air

asn't

suit that probably cost more than her entire college tuition and house rent for a year joined together. His hands were fol

, icy blue, framed by dark, long, very long lashes, and they wer

his head tilted slightly as if she were a strange, messy c

ooked down at her messy hair reflected in the gold trim, then back at the man who look

ke he should

d neck turning bright red in embarrassment. His jaw tightened, a small muscle leaping in his cheek, but his lips remained a firm, silent lin

who hates my guts and my flu is just about to get worse. This Monday couldn't get any bette

e elevat

m. The floor beneath Aria's feet shuddered violently, throwing her f

the lights