The morning light heralded a brand-new day for everyone—everyone except Emma. At five-foot-five, she was striking, with curves that easily commanded attention and a presence that fit every classic fantasy. Yet, none of that mattered to the only man she actually cared about: her boss, Andrew Edward. At six-foot-three, the imposing CEO carried a sculpted, natural fitness that came from effortless discipline rather than hours at a gym. Despite the underlying heat Emma constantly sensed between them, she had never been able to spark it into a real flame.
It began like any other workday. The office buzzed as employees settled into their routines. Andrew arrived slightly late, carrying a visibly foul mood, and went straight to his desk. Moments later, after a polite knock, Emma stepped into his cabin with his morning coffee.
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