Sneak Peek – A Glimpse Inside the Scenario
Here’s a short glimpse of scenario:
He Reads
It started the moment I saw her walk in on her first day.
Something about the way she moved—focused, but with a softness in her expression. Confident, but polite. And when I shook her hand during the formal team introduction, I noticed the slight tremble in her fingers. A hint of nerves under the surface.
She was new. She didn’t know yet how things worked in this office.
She didn’t know what kind of man I was.
And I had every intention of letting her find out.
The first week passed like most onboarding weeks do. Meetings, training sessions, compliance forms. She was attentive. Precise. She sat in meetings with her pen always ready, eyes flickering to me when she thought I wasn’t watching.
But I was watching.
Every time I walked by her desk, she straightened her back. Every time our eyes met in the hallway, her lips parted just slightly. Like she was going to say something—but didn’t. I saw the questions behind her gaze. The curiosity. The want.
She didn’t act on it. Not yet.
But she would.
And I would give her the chance.
On Thursday night, I waited until most of the office had cleared out.
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She Reads
I still remember the nerves on my first day.
The polished office floors, the soft hum of printers, the polite hellos from strangers in tailored clothes. My heels clicked just a little too loud. My blazer felt a bit too tight across the shoulders. And yet—I wanted this job. I needed a change. A new start.
But nothing prepared me for him.
The CEO. My new boss.
The way he looked at me during our team introduction was… intense. Not inappropriate. Just sharp. As if he was seeing something the rest didn’t. When he shook my hand, his grip was firm, his eyes locked on mine just a second too long. I felt a flutter low in my stomach—brief but undeniable.
I told myself to stay focused. To be professional.
But every time I looked up from my desk and caught him walking past… my heart picked up speed.
It was everything about him. The way he stood. The way he gave direction—quiet, but absolute. How everyone moved when he entered a room. There was this quiet power around him. And I felt drawn to it.
By Wednesday, I noticed myself leaning in when he spoke in meetings. Replaying small compliments he gave me. Fixating on the way his sleeves rolled up when he wrote something on the board.
By Thursday, I caught myself checking my reflection in the bathroom mirror before going back to my desk.
I hated how obvious I was being. But something about him made me forget caution.
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Both versions mirror each other so every look and move aligns in real time. Read your side, let your partner read theirs, and meet in the middle.