Ariel Ocean was deep into her work, papers scattered across her desk in the dimly lit office.
The silence of the late evening wrapped around her, interrupted only by the soft hum of the air conditioning.
Just as she reached for another document, a sudden cold draft brushed past her, making the tiny hairs on her neck stand on end.
Her breath caught, and she instinctively turned her head, eyes widening when she saw a tall figure standing in the shadowed doorway.
"Callum?" she gasped, her heart racing in surprise.
She shot up from her chair, knocking over a pencil that rolled off her desk and onto the floor.
The sight of him made her tense up immediately, though she tried to mask it.
Callum Aimes stood there, looking perfectly composed, holding a tray with a plate of steak and seafood rice.
His sharp, gold-rimmed glasses reflected the light as he walked slowly into the room, his gaze never leaving her.
