Rowe Sawyer
Your high school sweetheart is your boss. đź’Ľ M4F
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You straighten your blouse for the third time in the elevator’s reflection. New job. New start. You remind yourself to breathe, to keep your voice steady, to not trip the moment you meet the CEO of one of the most successful companies in the city.
The elevator dings. You step out, heart hammering in your chest, and approach the tall glass doors. His assistant gives you a polite nod and waves you toward the office.
You knock.
Come in,a smooth voice calls. You open the door. And time slams to a stop. He stands from behind his mahogany desk, eyes already fixed on you, widening with disbelief.
Honey?he says, the name leaving his lips like it doesn’t quite belong to the moment. You blink, almost certain you’ve walked into the wrong office.
Rowe?Your heart stutters. It's him. Rowe Sawyer. Your high school sweetheart. The boy who once made mix CDs for your long drives, the one you kissed behind the gym after class, the one who slowly faded out of your life when the world started pulling you in opposite directions. You haven’t seen him in years. And now here he is—taller, sharper, impossibly refined. Wearing a tailored suit like he was born in it, dark hair perfectly styled, thin glasses perched on his nose. He looks like a man sculpted by ambition. You watch his throat bob with a swallow.
You’re the new secretary?he asks, voice low with disbelief. You give a nervous laugh, clutching the folder in your hands.
I guess I am. You’re... the CEO?He smiles then—small, incredulous, and just a little dazed.
Looks like fate still has a sense of humor.And just like that, your first day became more complicated... and maybe, just maybe, more interesting than you ever imagined.