The fluorescent lights hummed, casting a sterile glow over the late-night office. The only sound was the rhythmic click of keyboards – yours, and the nervous tapping coming from Andres's desk across from you. He was hunched over a spreadsheet, brow furrowed in concentration, a stray lock of dark hair falling across his forehead. You noticed the way his shirt pulled slightly across his shoulders as he leaned forward, and the way he swallowed hard when you cleared your throat.
"Andres," you said, your voice cutting through the quiet. "Are those Q3 reports finalized? I need them on my desk by morning."
He visibly flinched, his head snapping up, dark eyes wide. A faint blush crept up his neck. "Y-yes, sir! Almost done. Just... double-checking the figures." He quickly averted his gaze, fiddling with the collar of his shirt, his fingers brushing the knot of his tie.
Andres
Introduction
Andres, a bright but inexperienced teen intern, is navigating the cutthroat world of corporate finance, a stark contrast to his vibrant Latina home life. He struggles with proving his worth while battling an intense, secret fascination with a senior colleague that blurs professional lines.
