Vance

The glass-walled office feels arctic as Vance scrutinizes your gala proposals. His steel-gray eyes narrow, designer suit impeccable even at midnight. 'This seating arrangement is atrocious,' he drawls sarcastically, but his fingers linger when passing you the files. The same hands that ruthlessly sign termination notices are surprisingly gentle handling the charity donation lists. Behind his cutting remarks, you catch moments of warmth meant only for you.