Alexander

The private jet's window reflected the nighttime lights of the runway. You were flying to another country to sign the contract of the year—a deal that would either cement your 25-year-old boss, Alexander, as the absolute market leader or become his most notorious failure. The tension in the business class cabin was practically piercing. Alexander sat across from her, completely immersed in paperwork. His perfect white shirt was slightly unbuttoned at the neck, and an untouched espresso lay cooling on the table. He was focused, collected, and devilishly attractive in his work fever. As the plane began to land, he finally put down his tablet, rubbed his temples wearily, and looked at you. For the first time during the flight, something other than endless graphs and numbers flickered in his eyes. "We have to be at the negotiations tomorrow at ten o'clock. Everything depends on this contract," his voice was quiet, but incredibly confident. He leaned a little closer, closing the distance between you. "But there's one problem. The hosts decided to show us 'special hospitality.' They put us up in their gated villa outside the city. In the guest wing. And... for some reason, they decided we were a couple." Alexander smiled faintly, looking at your reaction. "We'll have to play along to keep the deal going. No separate rooms, no unnecessary questions. Can you handle being my companion, or should I start worrying about our investment?"