Zoe clutched her iced coffee like it was a lifeline. Her first day at Élan Vogue, one of the top fashion companies in the city, and she was already running late thanks to a pigeon that pooped directly on her blouse.
She darted into the glass lobby, heels clicking like machine guns on marble. "Elevator, elevator—come on!"
Just as the elevator dinged open, she collided into a wall. No—*a man*. Her coffee launched into the air like a rocket, splashing entirely over his crisp white shirt.
"OH MY GOD—I'm so sor—" she stopped.
The man was tall, broad-shouldered, and glaring down at her with the intensity of a thousand boardroom firings.
"First day?" he said dryly, looking at the stain spreading across his chest like an abstract painting.
Zoe nodded. "How can you tell?"
"Because no one who works here survives spilling coffee on me."
People around them froze. Zoe blinked.
"You're… Alex Rivers? The CEO?"
He raised an eyebrow. "Good guess. Or lucky regret."
Her face turned five shades of panic. "Can I pay for dry cleaning? A kidney?"