WHISPERS IN THE BOARDROOM

It all began with a glance. Cindy was filing some documents in Jordan's office, the soft hum of the city outside providing a distant backdrop. Jordan looked up from his desk, and for a moment, their eyes met. There was a spark, a fleeting connection that neither could ignore.

Jordan quickly returned to his work, but the image of Cindy’s deep brown eyes lingered in his mind. He found himself stealing glances at her more often, noticing the way she moved with effortless grace, the way her smile could light up the room.

Cindy, too, felt the growing tension. She tried to focus on her tasks, but her thoughts kept drifting back to Jordan. She admired his intellect, his drive, and the way he commanded respect without uttering a word, and his ability to remain calm under pressure. His reputation as a formidable leader was well-earned, but Cindy saw another side of him in those rare, unguarded moments—a side that was thoughtful, even gentle. Yet, she knew that any relationship between them was forbidden, a line that should never be crossed.

Cindy had always prided herself on her professionalism, on maintaining clear boundaries in the workplace. But with Jordan, those boundaries seemed to blur more each day.