The knock at her office door was soft but deliberate. Jane looked up from her notes, eyes narrowing slightly.
"Come in," she called, her voice steady, commanding as always.
The door opened, and he stepped in.
Jane froze. Just for a moment—she questioned if it was a human standing in front of her.
Blue and… is that green? She blinked, trying to focus. His eyes—sky blue and green, strikingly vivid—caught her off guard. Heterochromia. He's hot! Her heart skipped, and she scolded herself immediately: Ugh! What am I thinking?
He was tall. Well over six feet, with a straight posture that betrayed a quiet confidence. Blonde hair neatly arranged, sharp jaw, straight nose, flawless skin… he was handsome. He looked like a greek god, even if he appeared timid.
"Ms. Jane?" His voice was soft, hesitant. Shy.
"Yes," she said, recovering quickly, though her pulse refused to cooperate. "Have a seat. Let's go through some questions."
He nodded nervously, his hands fidgeting slightly. Even with his shyness, there was an air of precision in the way he moved, the way he handled his folder.
Jane couldn't deny it—he was more than just a well-written resume. He was… something else entirely. And despite herself, she felt a spark of curiosity.
This was going to be interesting.