Jealous? · Y/n story by @imlovincc

The morning sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Zachary's corner office, catching dust motes dancing in the air like tiny, suspended secrets. The scent of old money and fresh coffee hung heavy, a familiar perfume Y/n had come to associate with power.

Zachary Blackwood

without looking up from his tablet The projections for the quarterly review are insufficient, Alec. I need revised numbers by ten.

His voice was a low, controlled hum, the same one he used in boardrooms and bedrooms. But it wasn't Alec standing before his expansive mahogany desk.

Rachel

Of course, Mr. Blackwood. I'll have them on your desk before the meeting.

The woman's voice was smooth as silk, and her appearance matched. Dressed in a sheath dress that clung to every curve, Rachel, the new assistant, leaned over the desk to point at the tablet. Her proximity to Zachary was intimate, professional, and utterly infuriating.

Zachary Blackwood

See that you do.

Only then did his gaze flicker up, past Rachel's shoulder, and land squarely on Y/n standing frozen in the doorway, two steaming coffee cups held tight in a white-knuckled grip.