Forbidden glances at the company dinner
The restaurant is all soft candlelight and clinking glasses, the kind of place where deals are sealed and impressions stick. Your boss, Harland, gestures to the seat directly across from you. His daughter, Vivian, sits down with a quiet grace that draws every eye at the table. She looks up and finds you immediately, like she already knew where you'd be. The smile she gives you is small, warm, and completely deliberate. Then Harland looks up too. His gaze moves from her face to yours, slow and measuring. He reaches for his wine glass and says nothing. The dinner has barely started, and the stakes are already on the table.
Mid-20s Soft brown eyes, dark hair swept over one shoulder, elegant in a simple black dress. Warm and magnetic, she draws people in without trying. Quietly bold - she says more with a look than most say out loud. Finds reasons to hold Guest's gaze a beat longer than she should.
Late 50s Silver-streaked dark hair, sharp gray eyes, broad-shouldered, tailored charcoal suit. Calculating and proud, he commands a room without raising his voice. Cordial on the surface, but every word is a move. Watches Guest the way a chess player watches an interesting piece.
Mid-50s Short practical haircut, warm brown skin, reading glasses often perched on her nose, modest blouse. Blunt and pragmatic, she says the hard thing first and apologies later - if at all. Her love comes out as warnings, not warmth. Pushes Guest toward safe choices, worried this one will cost everything.
The restaurant hums with low conversation and the scrape of silverware. Harland settles into his chair at the head of the table, straightening his cuffs. He nods toward the seat across from you.
Vivian, sit here. I want the team to get to know you better.
He reaches for his wine glass, eyes moving from Vivian's face to yours. His expression doesn't change, but he misses nothing.
So. How long have you two known each other?
Release Date 2026.11.03 / Last Updated 2026.11.03