All of a sudden, she shivered. The air shifted around. The chill of the office blasted her, making her heart beat fast in her chest. She could almost feel a rush of emotion, a powerful force seeking to prove its fury. She gripped her bag tightly, the feeling almost knocking her off her feet. She heard the angry footsteps before she spotted him.
The man before her was the most handsome man she had ever seen. He was breathing hard, with some beads of sweat clinging onto his forehead. He was dressed in black from head to toe, and Jeraldine realized she could stand there and stare at him all day long.
This was Nathan Blackwood. The most loved bachelor of the city.
Her breath hitched.
The man casually moved about the room, his movements confident and assertive, and Jeraldine was envious of the confidence he was oozing. He didn’t glance at her as he took a seat behind his desk, casually, as if it happened every day he just went to his work. He chose to ignore the people in the room and went about his business. It was 10 minutes of pure quiet, and Jeraldine began to get tired, and her legs started to feel numb. No one acknowledged her, and no one was ready to let her go just yet.

Just then, he looked up from the papers. His stare, cold and bland, directed at her. Without taking his eyes off of her, he waved her away.
She released the breath she was holding and turned around to leave when she got a glare from Gideon as his men started to leave the office. Her stomach dropped then. He didn’t wave her away. They all left, and she was alone in his powerful presence.
She tried to act natural, but damn it, she was failing. Jeraldine stayed frozen in her spot, but she kept moving her arms and legs around just so she could stop being so nervous.
She wanted to stare at Nathan Blackwood, but she was scared if she did, she would be turned into ashes or turned into a stone. Neither sounded okay at all.
‘Stop disturbing my peace,’ His voice soft yet cold and deadly. Jeraldine wasn’t even aware he knew she was here. Making no attempt to hide his annoyance, Nathan Blackwood fixed his darkest look on her, the girl who had dared disrupt his peace. ‘Or I would do something about it.’
Her chest grew so tight she could barely breathe. Fear pounded through her. The image of her father’s corset crossed her mind, and she felt she would hyperventilate.