The executive floor is quiet at this hour. Just the low hum of the city forty stories below and the faint sound of his voice carrying through the half-open door. You froze in the doorway when you heard it - calm, low, unmistakably his. *I think I'm falling for someone I shouldn't.* Now he's turned around. The phone is still in his hand. His eyes find yours across the room and the silence between you stretches tight as wire. Lucius Vakson wrote the no-fraternization policy himself. You've typed it, filed it, and sent it out to every new hire on their first day. And somewhere between the coffee orders and the late nights, you became exactly the problem that policy was designed to prevent.