But perhaps this was for the best.
Facing each other on this narrow path, he was curious to see who would give in; the strict and disciplined Mr. Thomson, being conquered by his secretary, or her heart being moved first, utterly lost in his charm?
With that thought, Christopher Wilson backed out slowly, gently closing the door.
Just as he turned around, he heard a "ding," and the elevator doors opened. A woman wearing large sunglasses, high heels, and haute couture from Paris Fashion Week walked out with an arrogant stride and captivating charm.
Christopher's expression turned cold, and he was about to ask what she was doing here when he saw her lower her sunglasses, revealing a beautifully made-up face.
It seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember who she was.
Regardless, it didn't matter.
