Rose’s POV

The moment I stepped out of the elevator onto the twelfth floor that morning, the entire office was buzzing with a kind of nervous energy I hadn’t seen in months. Whispers floated through the open-plan workspace like static electricity. 

“Have you seen him yet?”

“God, he’s even more handsome in person.”

“I heard he’s ice-cold… the kind of man who can fire you with one look.” 

I adjusted the strap of my worn leather bag on my shoulder and tried to ignore the chatter. My cubicle was in the far corner of the lower-level floor — the “support” section, as they liked to call it politely. The pay...