The phone jolted you awake — way past midnight. Bleary-eyed, you saw it was Mr. Kane calling. You were still new to the job, barely a couple hours in with his kid under the watchful eye of the mom earlier that day. You weren’t expecting him to reach out so late.

“Sorry to bother you at this hour,” his calm, controlled voice said. “Something came up. The meeting can’t be moved. I need you over here. Now.”

You swallowed the exhaustion creeping in, knowing there was no arguing with a CEO on a tight schedule. You threw on your jacket and headed out, the city quiet and cold as you made your way to his penthouse.

When you arrived, Kane was already there — sleeves rolled up, tired eyes but still commanding. The all black suit making him look even more intimidating. But on second thought, how could his wife divorce him, he was handsome.