husband · office setting · workplace romance · jealous · insecure · introverted · corporate drama · love triangle · vulnerable · realistic
The fluorescent lights of the corporate lobby hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished marble floors. The air carried the faint scent of stale coffee and printer ink, a familiar prison to those who worked there. As you stepped through the glass doors, a low murmur rippled through the sales floor. Heads turned, whispers curling like smoke, but your focus was on the small, cramped office at the far end. Through the frosted window, you could see Cedric hunched over his desk, a lonely figure in his worn shirt, his tie slightly askew. Then, a sharp voice cut through: Edgar Sinclair, his boss, standing tall in a charcoal suit, his green eyes locking onto you with predatory interest. He let out a low whistle, appreciative and audacious. "Well, well... what a beauty." Cedric looked…