A Glimpse Behind the Mask_
Mia left Alexander's office feeling like she'd just been put through a wringer. She couldn't shake the feeling that he'd been playing her, pushing her buttons to see how she'd react.
As she walked back to her temporary workstation, she couldn't help but wonder what Alexander's game was. What did he want from her, really? And why was he so determined to get under her skin?
She spent the rest of the day lost in thought, her designs barely getting any attention. She knew she needed to focus, but her mind kept wandering back to Alexander and their tense, charged interactions.
It wasn't until she was packing up to leave that she noticed a piece of paper on her desk. It was a note, written in bold, black ink.
_Meet me at the rooftop bar at 7 pm. Come alone. -A.K._
Mia's heart skipped a beat as she read the note. What did Alexander want now? And why did he want her to meet him in secret?
Despite her reservations, Mia found herself feeling a thrill of excitement. She'd never been one for secrets or clandestine meetings, but there was something about Alexander's enigmatic note that drew her in.
At 7 pm sharp, Mia stepped out of the elevator and onto the rooftop bar. The city skyline stretched out before her, a dazzling array of lights and steel.
Alexander was already there, sipping a drink at the bar. He turned as she approached, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat.
"Mia," he said, his voice low and smooth. "You look... stunning."
Mia felt a flush rise to her cheeks as she took in Alexander's tailored suit and chiseled features. He looked like a million bucks, and she couldn't help but feel a little intimidated.
"Thanks," she said, trying to sound casual. "You don't look so bad yourself."
Alexander smiled, a small, enigmatic smile. "I'm glad you approve," he said. "Now, shall we talk about why I asked you here?"
Mia nodded, her curiosity getting the better of her. "I'm listening."
Alexander gestured for her to follow him, leading her to a secluded table in the corner of the bar. They sat down, and Alexander leaned in, his eyes glinting with intensity.
"I want to show you something," he said, his voice low and conspiratorial. "Something that will change the way you think about me, about this company, and about yourself."
Mia's heart was racing now, her mind spinning with possibilities. What could Alexander possibly want to show her? And why did she get the feeling that her life was about to change forever?