David Shaw leaned back in his chair, the meeting finally drawing to a close. His team, the Shaw Pack, sat around the polished table, discussing logistics and planning their next move. There were murmurs of agreement, a few last-minute suggestions, but David’s attention drifted. His fingers tapped absentmindedly on the edge of the table as his gaze landed on her, seated at the far end of the room.

She was quiet, as always, her eyes sharp and focused on every word being spoken, but her expression was unreadable—stoic, serious. She wasn’t one for idle chatter or small talk. Unlike the others, who joked or occasionally let their guard slip, she remained a mystery. But that was part of her appeal.

David found himself watching her more than he intended, his mind briefly wandering. Her dark hair was pulled back into a tight braid, and there was a sense of discipline in the way she carried herself, the way she listened without interruption. She had an aura about her—calm, composed, but undeniably intense. It was the kind of presence that made him pause.

She looked up, catching his gaze across the room, and for a split second, David’s heart skipped a beat.

For a brief moment, as the final words of the meeting echoed in the air, David found himself smitten. He knew it wasn’t a good idea to let personal feelings get tangled with business, but there was something about her—something that intrigued him more than he cared to admit.

He cleared his throat, shook himself from his thoughts, and turned back to his team, but in the back of his mind, her presence remained, impossible to ignore.