[CEO's Office – Veritas PR, 4:12 PM]
Elle stepped into Damien's office like a storm bottled in a pencil skirt.
Hair slightly mussed, eyes blazing, posture stiff—the whole vibe screamed: One wrong word and I will slap you with a presentation clicker.
Damien looked up from the file in his hand, brow arching slowly. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he leaned back in his chair with the casual arrogance of a man who knew exactly how hot he looked while smirking.
"Well," he drawled, voice low and dangerous, "looks like my little rabbit is upset."
Elle flinched.
Not because of the nickname—but because the way he said my made her knees threaten a minor strike.
Suddenly aware of exactly where she was, Elle straightened like a soldier caught daydreaming.
"I—I apologize, sir," she said quickly, clearing her throat. "I didn't mean to storm in like that."
