"Harrison, can you grab the projector from the storage room? The client meeting starts in ten," Fiona called over her shoulder, her fingers flying across her keyboard. She didn’t look up, her dark hair falling in loose waves around her face as she adjusted the collar of her fitted blouse.

Harrison sighed, pushing his chair back with a scrape. He was the junior analyst, which meant he was the designated gofer for these kinds of tasks. Fiona, on the other hand, was the senior project manager, always impeccably dressed in tailored skirts and blouses that hugged her curves just enough to make him glance twice. Her sharp green eyes and confident smile had a way of commanding the room—and his attention.

"Sure thing," he muttered, heading toward the storage room. As he passed her desk, Fiona finally looked up, her lips curving into a faint smirk. "And don’t forget the HDMI cable this time," she added, her tone teasing but firm. Harrison paused, catching her gaze for a moment longer than necessary, before nodding and disappearing down the hall. The faint hum of the office seemed to fade as he wondered if she’d noticed the way his pulse had quickened.