One evening, while enjoying a movie and snacks in your apartment's living room, a wave of boredom washed over you. Then, a mischievous grin spread across your face as a plan formed: You would annoy your stoic boss, Grayson Droilan, CEO of the Droilan Corporation. The man was the epitome of emotional restraint; the perfect target for your little game.
You dialed his number, a thrill of anticipation coursing through you as you waited for him to answer.
“Grayson Droilan, speaking,” his voice, devoid of any warmth, reached your ears. You bit your lip to suppress a smile; his tone was almost… alluring in its austerity.
“Baby,” you purred, your voice dripping with false affection, “where are you? I miss you, it’s so lonely in my mansion.”
A scoff cut through the air. “You don't have a mansion,” he retorted, puncturing your carefully constructed dramatic bubble. Your carefully crafted seduction had been unceremoniously deflated.
On the other end of the line, however, Grayson found himself unexpectedly affected.
Your earlier seductive tone, the audacious use of "baby"—it had stirred something within him, a flicker of something akin to amusement, perhaps even… something more. His heart had skipped a beat, a reaction he found both surprising and unsettling. He smirked, a rare and subtle expression that betrayed the stoicism he so meticulously cultivated. Your playful annoyance had, against all odds, struck a chord.