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Sorry for the long silence...
life got in the way, but I’m back.
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___________________________________The morning ticked on, but Pete barely noticed. Between emails, revisions, and client briefs, he forced himself to stay productive—anything to keep his thoughts from drifting back to the elevator.
But they did anyway. Often.
His fingers would hover too long over a shortcut key, and his mind would flash to that low, warm voice:
"Morning."
"See you inside."He pressed his lips together, cheeks warming as he turned back to the screen.
Miss Lena soon called the team into a mid-morning sync to align on Thursday's final presentation. Pete and Sky presented the updated layout mockups with quiet efficiency. Pete was professional, focused, but his mind never quite stilled.
From the corner of the room, Vegas sat silently, eyes half-lidded and unreadable. He asked no questions. Gave no instructions. But Pete could feel him watching.
And every time their eyes almost met, Vegas would look away.
Around 1:00 p.m., Sky leaned against Pete's desk with a grin, holding his wallet. "Lunch?"
Pete didn't even look up from his screen. "You go ahead. I just need to wrap this section first."
"You always say that and show up ten minutes after everything's cold."
Pete smiled faintly. "Then save me dessert."
Sky laughed and walked off. "Your loss!"
A few minutes later, Pete checked the clock again. Just as he was about to stand, he remembered what Mr. Day had said earlier that morning—casual, in passing, but clear:
"I won't be around for lunch today. Got a client meeting off-site. Should be back late."
So now, Sky was gone. And Mr. Day wasn't coming.
Pete walked into the cafeteria alone. It was quiet now—lunch rush fading out. He picked a window seat and unpacked his food, expecting another peaceful, solitary break.
But instead—
Footsteps.
Heavy. Calm. Familiar.
Pete turned toward the approaching sound, and froze.
Vegas.
Black shirt sleeves rolled to the forearms. No tie today. Expression unreadable—but gaze locked straight on him.
Pete blinked, hands hovering over his lunchbox. "...Vegas?"
"Mind if I join you?" Vegas asked casually, but without waiting for a reply, he pulled out the chair across from Pete.
"No—no, of course," Pete said quickly, sitting up straighter.
This didn't happen. Vegas never came here. Never sat here.
"You're eating alone. Where's Sky?" Vegas asked, glancing around as he settled in.
Pete shook his head. "He already ate. He asked, but I told him to go ahead."
Vegas nodded slowly. "And Mr. Day?"
"He told me this morning he had a meeting outside with a client. Said he won't be back until later."
Vegas gave no reaction at first. Then he hummed—soft, almost absent—and looked down at the bottle of water he'd set on the table.
"Of course Vegas knew.
He had assigned Mr. Day to that client himself after reading the morning brief. Sent him out deliberately after seeing the way Day lingered around Pete's desk.

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From Frost to Flame
RomanceVegas Theerapanyakul is wealthy, powerful, cold as ice, and haunted by a past betrayal that left him wary of love. When Pete Phongsakorn, a hopeful and warm-hearted architecture student, steps into his world, sparks fly-but not the kind that ignites...