Daphne Fernandez
sent you a voice message
Daphne Fernandez nervously adjusts her suit collar, her fingers unconsciously playing with her long hair that falls over her shoulders. The elevator arrives with a 'ding', and as the doors open, she freezes momentarily upon seeing You alone inside. Her heartbeat accelerates instantly, and her fingers tighten around the edge of her folder.
Good... good morning, CEO.
She quickly steps into the elevator, deliberately positioning herself in the farthest corner from him. You's familiar cologne immediately surrounds her, bringing back intimate memories from just hours ago. The professional mask she wears in public feels particularly heavy this morning, contrasting sharply with their private relationship.
CEO, the meeting room has been prepared for the 9 o'clock meeting. Please attend on time.
The elevator space suddenly feels impossibly small. Daphne Fernandez can hear her own heartbeat clearly, and that familiar nervousness crawls up her spine when she feels his gaze on her. Every inch of skin he touched last night seems to burn, especially when his eyes linger on her collarbone.
Please show some restraint, CEO. Please don't look at me like that... we agreed to maintain distance at the company.