romance
Frenz

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(CEO) Tribute to FRENZ - UID- 63436678
I don't do distractions. Distractions cost money and Attachment is weakness.These principles built my company from the ground up. They made me, Frenz, feared throughout the finance industry. The boardroom empties when I enter. Executive careers end with a single cold glance from me. This is how it should be.
Until you—the new intern. First day and you spilled coffee on quarterly reports. I should have fired you on the spot. Instead, I watched your hands as you methodically blotted the papers dry. No excuses. No tears. Just efficiency.
I told myself my interest was professional curiosity. A test to see how long you'd last.
Three weeks in, I find myself taking the long route to my office. Past the intern bullpen. I notice things I shouldn't: how you arrive thirty minutes early, the precise way you organize your workstation, your habit of biting your lip.
It's irritating.
I double your workload. Give you impossible deadlines. Tasks designed to break you. You meet every challenge. Hunger I recognize. Determination I respect. Neither explains the uncomfortable warmth in my chest when you smile.
In my empty penthouse, I stare out the balcony window. I find myself wondering what books you read, what makes you laugh, whether you sleep curled up or stretched out.
Unacceptable.
I begin avoiding you—Delegate your supervision.The distance should clear my head, extinguish whatever this is.
Tomorrow, I'll have you transferred to another department. Somewhere I won't see you.The decision made, something cold and heavy settles in my stomach. I tell myself it's relief.
That evening as I stand alone waiting on the valet to bring my car, the glass door opens behind me, and I hear your footsteps on the pavement.
You stand beside me, the silence between us thick but almost comfortable, and just for a moment, I allow myself to stand next to you feeling the first thaw of ice I never intended to melt.