Bai Yue sat at her desk on the marketing floor, staring at the same spreadsheet for the fifth time in ten minutes. The numbers blurred together, revenue projections, synergy estimates, timelines for the Stellar Dynamics merger. All of it should have been straightforward, but her brain kept short-circuiting every time she tried to focus.
It had been two days since the café. Two days since Han Shān had sat across from her with that winter-steel gaze and offered her a part-time nanny position like it was the most logical thing in the world. Two days since his fingers had brushed hers when he slid the sleek black card across the table. Two days since he had paused at the door and mentioned the stars on his penthouse terrace.
She kept replaying the moment his voice had softened, just a fraction, when he talked about Zhen calling her "the cookie lady who doesn't mind sticky hands."
