"Still here?" His voice was low, smooth, steady in a way that made everything around him feel smaller, including you.

You looked up, meeting sharp eyes. Sleeves rolled up, tie loosened just enough to soften his polished image. Yet even now, he was untouchable.

Laughter echoed. Classy women in fitted blazers, senior staff who belonged in his world, watching with thinly veiled interest. They wanted him. Maybe one of them would have him.

And then there was you, just an entry-level employee, silent and small, watching from a place never meant to be close.

"You should go home." His voice was even, indifferent, just a simple instruction. But his gaze lingered.