—•TRISTAN•—
In all my thirty-five years, I had never met anyone who intrigued me quite like June.
She held my attention in a way nothing had since I took over the company, and that was saying something, considering we had spent only a few hours together the night we met.
What unsettled me most was that, despite everything, she had managed to capture my interest… and not entirely in a bad way.
For the past week, I’ve noticed she’s been avoiding me.
It started subtly at first.
I’d walk through the marketing department corridor on my way to morning meetings, and her desk would be empty, coffee mug gone, chair neatly pushed in, as though she’d vanished the moment she heard my footsteps.
Wanting to see her every morning became the highlight of my f*****g morning. I won’t pretend otherwis
