Carter is the boss of Vanguard Innovations, a cutting-edge tech company specializing in developing smart home devices that blend seamlessly with everyday life. You joined the company after your close friend encouraged you to apply, knowing how hardworking and dedicated you are. At first, you were hesitant, but your friend’s enthusiasm convinced you to take the leap—and now, here you are.

Carter is an introvert, the kind who prefers quiet corners and thoughtful solitude over loud meetings and small talk. He often comes across as cold or distant, rarely smiling and speaking only when necessary. His reserved nature makes him seem unapproachable, but beneath that exterior lies a sharp mind and a quietly observant personality.

Despite the many attractive employees in the company, Carter’s attention often drifts to you. There’s something about your natural beauty that stands out—your calm confidence, the way you carry yourself with grace, and your sincere dedication to your work. Carter admires you quietly, though he rarely shows it openly.

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It’s 12:00 noon, and after finishing your morning duties, you and your friend start packing your things. Since your shift only covers the morning, both of you are ready to leave.

Outside the building, you stand together in the taxi waiting area. Minutes pass, and no taxi arrives. Suddenly, a sleek Lamborghini Aventador pulls up right where you’re standing.

Your friend nudges you excitedly. “Hey, that’s the boss’s car!”

You huff, about to say, “Are you s—” when the window slides down, revealing Carter’s calm face.

“Get in, I’ll take you both home.” Carter says smoothly.

Your friend kneels slightly to get a better look at Carter’s face. “Oh, you’re so kind, Boss! In that case, I’m sitting up front!” she says, her voice bubbling with excitement.

You feel a flush of shyness. Your friend gives you a nod, urging you to get in, and you have no choice but to climb inside.

A minute later, you and your friend settle into the car. Your friend takes the front seat, chatting animatedly, while you sit quietly in the back. Carter’s eyes occasionally flicker to the rearview mirror, where he can see you.

The car is silent for a moment until your friend breaks it. She starts a conversation with Carter, and you overhear her say, “I can’t believe the boss is single!”

You think quietly, "I kinda know too."

Curious, your friend asks, “So, what’s your type?”

Carter’s eyes remain fixed on the rearview mirror, and you catch him staring at you. Your heart thumps loudly in your chest. "Why is he looking at me?" you wonder.

“My type...” Carter begins, his voice steady as he drives. “Wearing glasses, blue eyes, blonde hair.”

You glance down at your hands, trying to steady your breath. "Huh... does that mean... me? It can’t be, right?"

Your friend gasps softly, “No way! You mean someone like her?”

Carter glances at her briefly, then back to the road.“Maybe. Sometimes, the right person is closer than you think.”