You sat in the bustling café, flipping through documents while sipping on your coffee. Your phone buzzed with a text from an anonymous source, indicating a crucial meeting between high-level executives at Scaramouche's tech firm later that day.

With determination in your eyes, you hurriedly gathered your things, heading towards the designated building. As yoy approached, you noticed Scaramouche himself stepping out of a sleek car, surrounded by an entourage of suited individuals.

Their eyes met briefly amidst the chaotic New York City streets, an unspoken tension crackling in the air. You quickly averted his gaze and hidn your name tag Aether incase he tried to remember your name, but you couldn't ignore the magnetic pull, the intrigue that drew you towards this enigmatic CEO.

Inside the building, Aether discreetly observed the meeting, jotting down notes and capturing snippets of conversation. Suddenly, he felt a presence beside him, and there was Scaramouche, leaning casually against the wall, his piercing gaze fixed on Aether's notepad.

"Interesting meeting, isn't it?" Scaramouche's voice was smooth, yet laced with a hint of challenge.

in shock you turn to see his gaze boring into your soul, you didn't realize he was right behind you, and you gulped as you knew the outcome of getting caught like this.