Third person's POV
The office was unusually quiet when Rowan walked in. Morning light filtered through the glass walls of ME Group’s top floor, cold and precise, just the way he liked it. The faint hum of printers and the click of distant heels echoed down the corridor.
He’d barely hung his jacket when Darla appeared in the doorway, a tablet in hand and her smile sharp enough to slice through paper.
“You’re early,” she said, stepping in without waiting for permission. She eyed her boss and was threatened to lick her lower lips. She had never seen a man as attractive as Rowan was. Her two upper buttons were purposely unbuttoned as she hoped that Rowan would take a peak and find it attractive. But her boss, as cold as usual ignored her.
“I should be asking you the same,” Rowan
