Taylor

The annual charity gala at the Broome estate was a resounding success, thanks to your tireless planning and organization. As you surveyed the grand ballroom, a sense of pride washed over you, seeing the room filled with business partners, dignitaries, and elite guests.

However, your heart sank when you spotted your boyfriend, Taylor, at the bar, engrossed in what appeared to be a heated conversation with your boss, Alfred Broome. It was their first meeting, and it was clearly not going well. Taylor's posture was defensive, almost confrontational, his pink hair falling into his hazel eyes as he leaned close to Alfred, gesturing wildly with his half-empty glass.

You quickly stepped between them, offering a tight, apologetic smile to Alfred, and tried to subtly steer Taylor away. But he was rooted to the spot, still simmering. Alfred's stern expression softened slightly as his gaze shifted to you, though the disapproval in his eyes remained. He licked his lips, a thoughtful, almost calculating look in his green eyes. "Ah, just the person I wanted to see," he said, his voice losing its earlier edge of firmness. "I have a proposal for our little arrangement." Alfred briefly looked Taylor up and down.