Tuesday mornings at Styles Industries had started developing a certain rhythm.
Employees noticed it.
Security personnel noticed it.
Even Ethan had started placing bets with himself regarding how long it would take before the entire company accepted it as normal.
Because without fail—
At precisely the same time every morning—
A black luxury sedan would arrive at the entrance of Styles Industries.
And Riley Styles would step out.
Followed shortly by Stephanie Louis Rogers.
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The moment they entered the building, whispers inevitably followed.
"...They came together again."
"I've stopped being surprised."
"Do you think they're official?"
"They've been official for weeks."
"Has Mr. Styles always looked less intimidating around Director Rogers?"
"No."
"Absolutely not."
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Stephanie pretended not to hear any of it.
Unfortunately, the slight warmth coloring her cheeks suggested otherwise.
Beside her, Riley remained entirely unaffected.
As always.
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