LOVE'S QUAGMIRE [18+]

Bonus Chapter 1: Professionalism

Cyrus's POV~

The room is quiet, except for the subtle tapping of keyboards and the soft shuffle of papers. I walk in, and all eyes turn to me as everyone immediately stands, leaving their work behind. I give a small nod, and they all take their seats after I sit down.

I take a slow breath, leaning back in my chair at the head of the table. The team is here—each department head accompanied by their assistant—waiting for the meeting to begin.

I clear my throat, setting the tone. "Let's get started."

The Marketing Head starts first by reviewing the latest campaign results. The numbers are solid—not bad—but there's definitely room for improvement. I nod, acknowledging the work. The results are there, and I trust they'll make the necessary adjustments.

Next up is Design and Art, giving updates on character models, environment visuals, and textures. The world they're building looks incredible. As impressive as the visuals are, it's the gameplay that will keep players hooked.

Then comes Sound and Music. They talk about the soundtrack, the sound effects, the atmosphere they're creating with every note. It's all essential. A great game isn't just seen—it's heard. The music needs to pull you into the world. The team has made significant progress, and I know they'll deliver when it matters most.

Quality Assurance follows. This team ensures every bug and glitch is caught before release. The head speaks about testing cycles, user feedback, and the importance of clean builds. It's the department that catches what no one else sees—and their work is often underappreciated. I give them a silent nod of approval. Without them, a game is just a dream.

Production is up next. The head reviews deliverables, making sure we're on track. Timeliness is crucial—nothing can fall through the cracks. I give the green light for the next phase.

Finally, it's Product Development—my wife's department.

I can feel the shift in the room as everyone gets quieter, their attention turning to her. My eyes lock onto her the moment she stands and fuck, I can't help but admire her. There's a presence about her—a magnetic aura that draws every single eye in the room. 

She walks to the front of the room. Her posture is straight, shoulders relaxed but confident. Her voice—calm and steady—cuts through the air. At that moment, it's impossible not to see her as the boss. The way she commands attention, effortlessly, without even trying—it's like the room shifts when she speaks. 

That soft smile, that quiet confidence... it's enough to make anyone—even those who weren't paying attention—pause for a moment and take notice. She doesn't need to prove anything. She just is. And I can't help but admire her for it.

As she begins to explain the department's progress, I can't help but think of how fucking hot she is.

The way she talks about coding—algorithms, performance optimization—I shouldn't find that sexy.

But I do. 

Fuck, I do.

She's all business, but there's this undercurrent of passion when she speaks. I know she's not doing this for the title—she's doing it because she loves it. And it shows. In the way, she handles every detail, every challenge.

I'm sitting here, proud as hell, watching my wife—this woman who once doubted herself—command the room with nothing but sheer presence and intellect.

I think about how she juggles everything—how she's a badass at work, how she leads this department with the same passion she gives our kids. No one here knows the truth, the reality of how she balances everything. They don't see how she comes home after a full day, handles the kids, keeps the house running, and still looks like a goddess.