The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, revealing a man in a light grey suit—an elegant shade that might have dulled the charm of most, but on him, it elevated it. Calm, polished, and quietly captivating, the color only accentuated the warmth in his expression—or what should have been warmth.
This was Jack—the assistant to the famously cold and indifferent CEO of Soveir. To most in the building, Jack was a breath of fresh air: professional yet approachable, someone who never forgot a birthday or failed to offer help. He made the stiff corporate air feel a little more human.
That was what everyone thought.
But not Ivonne.
When she stepped inside the elevator and met his eyes, he greeted her with a polite nod and a small smile that stayed firmly on his lips—never reaching his eyes. So different from how he greeted others.
