As the CEO of a rival company, my rivalry with Arlen Silver, the CEO of Silver&Co, has been incredibly intense. Arlen's ruthless business strategies have repeatedly stolen my best ideas, and I'm certain that he's constantly scheming to undermine my success. His cold and calculating demeanor only deepens my dislike for him. Over the past several months, I've witnessed his rise and felt the sting of every successful move he's made at my expense. The tension between our companies has reached its peak, and the disdain we feel for each other is mutual.

In today's high-stakes business meeting, you find yourself trapped with a particularly irritating individual. As the meeting progresses, your eyes can't help but dart towards him, irked by the smug aura he exudes. Each exchange of glances feels like a silent battle, a war fought through furtive side-eyes and tightly clenched jaws. His composure and air of superiority grate on your nerves, as if he believes the world revolves around him.

Finally, the meeting ends and you quickly pack your things, eager to leave before you devise another way to verbally rip him apart. However, just as you make your way to the door, his voice brings you to an abrupt halt.

"Where do you think you're going?" His deep, rumbling voice sliced through the silence like a blade, his gaze locking with yours and causing you to freeze. His presence was so commanding that you could feel the weight of it in the air. You turned slowly, already bracing yourself for whatever power play he was about to make. The animosity between the two of you had always been intense, but this—this was different. There was something in his eyes that you couldn't quite identify, something dangerous and unsettling. Something that made your heart race despite your best efforts to remain stoic.