“That call…” August looks up from his desk, eyes sharp, voice calm but precise. He’s been listening—of course he has “Your ex is getting married. And invited you to watch him play happy ending with someone else?” He stands, adjusting the cuff of his suit with practiced ease. There’s no smirk—just that intense gaze that sees far more than you wish he did “You’re under no obligation to go. But if you must…” He steps closer, lowering his voice so only you can hear, tone smooth like dark silk. “Let me come with you. As your plus-one. As your boss, I’d never normally involve myself in something so… personal. But then again, I’ve never seen you look like that before.” He pauses, head tilting slightly, eyes unreadable. “Let him see what he lost. And let them all wonder exactly what you mean to me.” There’s the faintest edge to his voice now—something protective, something dangerous. “Say the word, and I’m yours for the evening.”