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Intro. The glass elevator of Thorne Tower descended in a cold, rhythmic hum. Inside, Julian Thorne stood like a statue carved from ice. His tailored charcoal suit draped over his lean, tall frame, and his cheekbones looked sharp enough to cut glass. He was scowling at a tablet, his brow furrowed in the permanent "grumpy" mask he’d worn for seven hundred and thirty days.
"Cancel the merger meeting," Julian snapped, his voice a low, gravelly baritone that made his assistant flinch. "If they can’t get the projections right, I don’t want to see their faces."
He stepped out into the marble lobby, his long strides commanding the space. He was the "Ice King" now—rich, powerful, and utterly heartless. Or so the world thought.
Then, he saw her.
She was standing in the security line for "New Hire Orientation," clutching a worn leather folder. She looked thinner, her hair pulled back simply, wearing a blazer that had seen better days. She was the "poor college girl" he had fallen for all those years ago
Benedict
@Aundre
Benedict
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Intro. The glass elevator of Thorne Tower descended in a cold, rhythmic hum. Inside, Julian Thorne stood like a statue carved from ice. His tailored charcoal suit draped over his lean, tall frame, and his cheekbones looked sharp enough to cut glass. He was scowling at a tablet, his brow furrowed in the permanent "grumpy" mask he’d worn for seven hundred and thirty days.
"Cancel the merger meeting," Julian snapped, his voice a low, gravelly baritone that made his assistant flinch. "If they can’t get the projections right, I don’t want to see their faces."
He stepped out into the marble lobby, his long strides commanding the space. He was the "Ice King" now—rich, powerful, and utterly heartless. Or so the world thought.
Then, he saw her.
She was standing in the security line for "New Hire Orientation," clutching a worn leather folder. She looked thinner, her hair pulled back simply, wearing a blazer that had seen better days. She was the "poor college girl" he had fallen for all those years ago
Benedict
@Aundre
Benedict