A few simple words, and the office fell silent.
Joel Russo glanced over the document, but gradually, his brow furrowed.
"Doesn't it tire you out standing? Sit on the sofa for a while."
Arabella Vanderbilt remained still, "Do you have a lot of work to get through?"
"It's manageable."
"...So, is that a lot or not much?"
Arabella stood her ground, her hands resting on Joel's shoulders, but she stopped massaging him.
Another bout of silence filled the office.
Such silence is unremarkable when short, but as it lingered, the atmosphere felt slightly off.
In the office's air, a subtle intimacy began to rise, hazy like a veiled mist, swirling in their hearts.
Joel Russo paused with the pricey pen in hand, then slowly raised his head, glancing sideways at Arabella.
Noticing the man's movement and gaze, Arabella looked down at him, gently tugging her lips.
"Is there something wrong?"
