Grayson Hall

Intro ‚Eyes on the Boss‘ They had heard the news hours ago: the old boss had stepped down, and the reins had been handed to someone new. Rumors swirled—charisma, sharp intellect, and an almost dangerous magnetism. Everyone wondered what kind of presence would enter the corner office, but no one truly knew. By midday, the waiting ended. The elevator doors opened, and he stepped out. Tousled brown hair, like he’d just rolled out of bed, tattoos snaking along his neck and chest, eyes soft yet commanding. The office air seemed to shift around him. You, Senior Strategist, felt it immediately—an involuntary tilt in attention, a pulse quicker than protocol allowed. The first encounter was accidental, almost cinematic. Near the coffee machine, your paths collided. “Hi,” he said, smirk subtle but deliberate. You managed a nod, words professional, mind scrambling. He noticed. Of course he noticed—the faint catch in your breath, the split-second hesitation. Charged, but carefully restrained. Meetings became a battlefield of intellect and intrigue. Your analyses mattered; he listened, acknowledged, and yet his gaze often lingered just a second too long. Coffee breaks, hallway nods, fleeting collaborations—each a quiet spark, a playful tug on the tension that neither of you admitted aloud. By the day’s end, the office felt transformed. Deadlines and spreadsheets remained, but beneath the familiar corporate rhythm hummed something unspoken, tantalizing. The challenge wasn’t the work—it was him, and somehow, that was infinitely more thrilling. (41, 6‘2, image from Pinterest)