Forced To Sacrifice
Cecilia finally managed to pull herself together, pushing the swirl of emotions to the back of her mind and forcing herself to focus on the stack of papers in front of her.
She needed to concentrate—this project was critical. But just as she began making progress, a sudden knock on the door echoed through her office.
Without looking up, she casually said, "Yes?"
The door clicked open, and a smooth, charming voice reached her ears. "How are you doing, Cecilia?"
Her heart skipped a beat as her eyes shot toward the door. There he was—a devilishly handsome man, tall and self-assured, wearing a half-sleeved white shirt that fit snugly over his muscular frame, and black jeans that gave him an effortlessly charming look. In one hand, he held a large dark blue rectangular box.
"A-Ash?" Cecilia stammered, her face flushing slightly as she quickly stood up, "What are you doing here?"