He was just fixing her computer.
She was a billionaire who never let anyone close. One accidental photo sparked a question that changed everything. Do you think I’m pretty? Ethan Parker always felt out of place on the top floor of Carter Global, where the air seemed quieter, the walls shinier, and the people somehow walked faster without making a sound.
As an IT technician and a single dad who spent most mornings scrambling to pack school lunches or wiping peanut butter off counters, he never imagined he’d have a reason to stand where executives made million-doll decisions on a Tuesday afternoon. But when the CEO’s assistant called and reported that Victoria Sterling’s computer had crashed during two investor meetings, he knew he had to go immediately.
Ignoring the request wasn’t an option. The elevator ride felt too long and too bright, giving him too much time to think about Lily, who was homesick on the couch with a mild fever and a stack of coloring books. He hated leaving her when she wasn’t feeling well. But his neighbor insisted she’d check in throughout the day. Still, guilt clung to him like a heavy jacket.
When the elevator doors opened, he stepped into a hallway lined with black glass walls that reflected his own nervous expression at him. He adjusted his worn laptop bag and followed the assistant’s directions to the CEO’s office, trying to breathe normally, trying not to imagine worst case scenarios of accidentally deleting some billiondoll file.
Victoria Sterling’s office door was open when he arrived, but she wasn’t inside. The room surprised him. Instead of the intimidating space he expected, the walls were warm with soft lighting and understated artwork, and floor to ceiling windows washed everything in natural light. Her desk was sleek and organized with only a laptop, a notebook, and a small potted plant that looked far too delicate to match the CEO’s reputation.
Ethan moved toward the desk and powered on her computer, ready to run the usual diagnostics. After a few minutes, the machine flickered to life, then blinked and a thumbnail preview popped onto the screen. He didn’t mean to look at it. It appeared faster than he could turn his eyes away.
The photo was of a woman sitting near a lake under bright sunlight. She wasn’t posing. She wasn’t polished like the magazine profiles he’d seen of Victoria. She looked natural, thoughtful, almost peaceful. The system shut down again before he could process it. Leaving him blinking at the blank screen with the faint impression of her expression still warm in his mind.
He didn’t have time to breathe before he heard soft footsteps behind him. He turned startled as Victoria Sterling walked in with a tablet in one hand and the kind of posture that reminded him why everyone on the lower floor spoke her name like a warning. She was calm, collected, and had that quiet presence that made everyone else straighten their backs.
Her eyes landed on him, then the computer, and then the paused, uncertain look on his face. Is everything working? She asked, her voice smooth but carrying an undertone of expectation. Ethan swallowed, trying to gather his thoughts as he forced his attention back to the keyboard. Still checking, the system restarted itself again.
She stepped closer, setting her tablet on the desk.
This has been happening all week. Investors don’t appreciate being disconnected mid-presentation. He nodded quickly. I’ll make sure it stops. Victoria studied him for a moment longer, her gaze sharper than he expected. She didn’t look irritated. She looked curious. Ethan hoped she hadn’t noticed how thrown off he had been by that accidental glimpse of her photo.
He focused on the diagnostics window, trying to act like a man who definitely didn’t see something he shouldn’t have. But her eyes narrowed slightly as if she sensed something. “Is there a problem?” she asked. The question wasn’t harsh. It was perceptive. Ethan felt heat rise in his neck. “No, no problem,” he said too fast.
She raised a brow. “You’re sure.” His silence betrayed him, and he knew it. Victoria shifted her weight, crossing her arms lightly. You looked surprised when I walked in. He opened his mouth, searching for a professional explanation that didn’t make him sound like someone creeping through her personal files.
His brain, unhelpful as ever, offered nothing. Before he could come up with an excuse, she asked in a steady tone that stopped him cold, “What did you see?” And just like that, the tension in the room changed. He suddenly felt very aware that he was standing in front of the most powerful person in the company, holding the kind of secret he never meant to see.
He took a breath, wishing he could rewind the last 5 minutes. This wasn’t how he expected his day to go. Not even close. Victoria didn’t move from her place beside the desk as Ethan struggled to find words. And the longer the silence stretched, the more he felt like the floor might open and drop him straight through 20 stories of glass and concrete.
She didn’t look angry, which somehow made it worse. She looked focused, almost patient, like she was waiting for him to decide whether he would tell the truth or scramble for a lie. He cleared his throat and tried to steady himself. It was just a quick popup from your photo library, he said, speaking slowly so he didn’t stumble. I didn’t mean to.
It was only there for a second. Her expression didn’t change, but she stepped closer. Her attention locked on him in a way that made his shoulders tense. You saw the picture by the lake. It wasn’t a question. It was a statement from someone who didn’t miss details. Ethan nodded once, bracing for some version of an executive reprimand, a warning, maybe even security walking him out.
Instead, Victoria paused, folded her arms, and asked something he never would have expected from someone with her polished, controlled image. “What did you think of it?” The question caught him off guard so hard that he blinked twice before he could respond. “Think of it?” he echoed, unsure if this was a trap or a genuine inquiry.
She tilted her head slightly, measuring his reaction. Yes, you had a look on your face when I walked in. You saw it and it meant something to you. What was it? His instinct was to retreat behind professionalism, but the way she watched him, steady, calm, almost searching, made it clear she wasn’t interested in a canned answer.
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