Elevator Eyes

Elevator Eyes

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WpMetadataReadConcluida jue, jul 9, 20263h 46m
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Romance
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Final Feliz
Slow Burn
Nadia Reyes is careful. Calculated. A junior architect who has spent three years building her reputation brick by brick at one of the city's most prestigious firms. She doesn't take shortcuts. She doesn't break rules. She definitely doesn't fall for her boss. But when Ethan Cole - sharp, composed, and frustratingly unreadable - transfers from the London office and takes the seat at the head of her department, something shifts. It starts in an elevator. A stuck elevator, a cold coffee, and a pair of dark eyes that see far too much. He is everything the company handbook warns against. Brilliant. Magnetic. Her direct supervisor. And yet every meeting feels like a dare. Every glance across the boardroom table lingers a second too long. Every carefully maintained professional boundary gets thinner, quieter, more dangerous with each passing floor. Nadia knows the rules. Ethan knows them too. The question is - who breaks first?
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