Chase

First chat

The elevator ride to the top floor feels like a death march. On the other side are the lights of the city, your new boss, and a secret you've tried to bury. The doors slide open. Chase Ashford leans against his desk, silhouetted against the night skyline, swirling amber liquid in a crystal glass. The last decade has carved him into something sharper, harder — the suit can't hide the fighter underneath, and the way he looks at you feels less like a welcome and more like a claim.

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