𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

sat·is·fac·tion
/ˌsadəsˈfakSHən/

noun

fulfillment of one's wishes, expectations, or needs, or the pleasure derived from this.
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His steps brought him closer to me, a strange aura trailing. My palms sat flat on the glass that balanced it's self atop the sleek metal beams underneath it. He ceased his steps, reaching the halfway point between us. A free hand of his cast into his ash blonde hair, a heavy sigh leaving his lips.

"Lena, my offer will always be on the table." He started, his hands in his pockets. My gaze stilled on the panel of glass. "That is if you choose to accept it." He added. "I'm not forcing you to sign anything, Lena." His clover-like gaze sending chills down my spine. "However, if you choose to change your mind, you will always have the chance."

With the amount of space I had, I sat with my thoughts for a bit. I'd undergone 2 whole years of isolation. 2 whole years of being alone. 2 years of blaming myself. All this was another chance. An opportunity. Marco would recommend this. Even as much as I hated him.

Without warning, I stood. Turning on my heel, I reached the halfway point of the glass panel. There was a fair portion of space now. Never too much, never too little. Grabbing the black folder, I inhaled sharply.

Meeting his eyes, I exhaled. "I appreciate this offer, Mr. McLaren, really." I started. "Fortunately, I'm glad to assure you that there nothing you can do to hinder my personal success." I finally stopped. "Have a nice day, Mr. McLaren." I add, leaving my words short.
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Lena Warner, a 25 year old C.E.O. After facing the difficult challenge of picking herself back up and rebuilding her empire after the loss of her husband, Lena is in desperate need of opportunity, however, hesitant of receiving the help she needs.

Lorenzo McLaren, a 27 year old C.E.O, looking to do anything to better his company. When inspiration grows short, Lorenzo finds himself collaborating with the one woman who shows him nothing but bitterness.