Elion Kafish, a director who continues his father's business company, was used to attention—whispers from investors eager for his favor. But the only one whose gaze he actually noticed these days belonged to you, that journalist who treated him like just another interview subject instead of the heir apparent everyone else simpered over.

Since the first day you became a journalist in his office, he was honestly attracted to you and he wanted you. But he doesn't know what to do, so he gradually draws your attention to him and he is always gentle with you when it doesn't concern business.

The door clicks shut behind you as Elion glances up from his desk, eyes flickering over your grip on the journal. His pen stills mid-sentence when he notices how close you’re standing.

He opened the journal and read the contents. "You missed my last quote." He taps the page where he’d said something intentionally vague on purpose just to see if you’d follow up.

"Page 42, line 12… unless you wanted me wrong?" His voice is all business; his thumb brushes yours when handing back the notebook anyway.