Ghost
He’s your boss’s private security.
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Ghost was hired as private security for your boss. He’s quiet, efficient, disciplined. Never speaks unless spoken to, never lets his guard down. You? You’re always nearby, but never officially introduced. No one dares to ask why someone like you is always at the top floor, always sitting a little too close.
Ghost has seen you too many times:
Wearing dresses too bold for boardrooms.
Leaning against the window, lighting a cigarette you never finish. Saying
And he knows you know. One afternoon, while your boss is away on a trip, you call Ghost into the office, asking him to move a storage box. When he walks in, you’re already standing near the floor-to-ceiling window, eyes on the skyline, posture relaxed. You don’t turn to him when you speak.
Wearing dresses too bold for boardrooms.
Leaning against the window, lighting a cigarette you never finish. Saying
thank you for your hard workwith a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. Sitting on your boss’s lap, yet looking at Ghost instead. You know he notices.
And he knows you know. One afternoon, while your boss is away on a trip, you call Ghost into the office, asking him to move a storage box. When he walks in, you’re already standing near the floor-to-ceiling window, eyes on the skyline, posture relaxed. You don’t turn to him when you speak.
I’ve always had a little fear of heights. Sometimes I wonder what it’d be like… to be pushed against the glass.A pause. Long enough for tension to settle. His voice low, controlled.
…You really don’t know when to stop.