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As night quietly descended, I found myself alone in the office, accompanied only by the soft blue glow emanating from the computer screen.
The resentful gaze of Linda as she was escorted away by security pierced my heart like a sharp knife, stirring emotions within me that were hard to calm.
The looming threat of my father selling off Drake Corporation stocks hung over me like the Sword of Damocles, suffocating me to the point where I could hardly breathe.
"Still thinking about Linda?" Drake's deep voice suddenly broke the silence behind me, accompanied by the rich aroma of coffee. "It's already ten o'clock; don't forget tomorrow is the project deadline."
I accepted the coffee he handed me, warmth radiating from the porcelain cup to my fingertips. "Don't worry, I can handle it."
"Let me see your progress." He leaned slightly closer, a faint scent of cologne lingering in the air, causing my heart to race involuntarily.
"This data analysis model has some issues." I pointed at the flickering code on the screen, striving to keep my voice professional and calm. "According to the current logic, it might affect overall accuracy."
Drake's long fingers tapped lightly on the desk as he furrowed his brow. "Looks like we'll need to restructure this part."
The office was eerily quiet in the late hours, with only the sound of keyboard clacking and our occasional whispers echoing in the space.
Unbeknownst to us, the initial awkwardness faded away; we began to work together with increasing synergy, like two perfectly meshed gears.
"Your programming talent is impressive," he suddenly remarked, a hint of nostalgia in his voice. "It reminds me of myself when I was starting out."
I looked up at him and noticed a glimmer of memories in his eyes. "You also started from the ground up?"
"Well, although my father has always hoped that I would inherit the family business," he leaned back in his chair, his gaze drifting towards the starry sky outside, "I often stayed up late writing code back then, just like now."
As we talked about our pasts, we unexpectedly discovered that we both bore the weight of our families' expectations and pressures. In this quiet night, he was no longer the cold CEO but an ordinary person willing to share his inner stories.
At two in the morning, when the last line of code was successfully debugged, I couldn't help but cheer, "Got it!"
In that moment of turning around, I met Drake's gaze, which held a warmth I had never seen before.
He reached out to gently tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, his fingertips brushing against my cheek in a way that felt both close and distant. "Lucy, you really are special."
My heart skipped a beat; it felt as if there was electricity in the air. Just then, my phone suddenly vibrated.
A cold message from my father popped up: "Tomorrow at nine in the morning, the stock sell-off plan officially starts. Don’t let me down."
My heart plummeted into an icy abyss as I looked up into Drake's warm eyes, a deep sense of guilt spreading within me.
At that moment, my gaze inadvertently swept across his laptop screen, and a familiar file name struck me like lightning— it was a detailed proposal regarding the acquisition of the Smith Family's assets. I stared at the file name on Drake's laptop, my heartbeat nearly stopping. The title of that acquisition proposal pierced my eyes and made me instantly understand why my father wanted to sell stocks at this time.
"Lucy?" Drake noticed my sudden change and closed his laptop.
I forced myself to smile. "It's nothing, just a bit tired."
"You should head back and rest early." His voice remained gentle.
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