The following evening.
Outside a seven-star hotel in Seaview City, a luxurious Rolls-Royce idled quietly in the shadows.
In the back seat sat a man radiating authority, dressed in a bespoke black suit. His crisp shirt cuffs peeked out exactly half an inch, perfectly displaying a set of platinum cufflinks.
A faint streak of light from the streetlamp illuminated his handsome profile, highlighting his razor-sharp jawline.
His eyes were half-closed, one hand resting thoughtfully against his forehead.
His other hand rested on the armrest, his long, elegant fingers drumming a slow, rhythmic beat.
"Miles, have you ever experienced visceral, biological attraction?"
"Do you believe it's possible to have a purely physical, overwhelming reaction to someone you share absolutely zero emotional connection with?"
Miles, sitting in the driver's seat, was completely numb at this point.
This was the millionth time his boss had asked him this exact question since last night.
Where exactly did this siren come from? She had somehow taken their cold, calculating, utterly work-obsessed CEO and turned him into a lovesick mess overnight...
Before yesterday, their aloof and untouchable boss would never have asked such absurd, romanticized questions.
Miles, a single guy with zero game, had no idea how to respond.
He gave it some serious thought before answering:
"Boss, desire is merely an illusion. It's all just chemicals."
Stanley Zimmer had been deep in his own conflicted thoughts, but hearing this useless philosophical garbage earned Miles a sharp glare. "Did you find what I asked you to find?"
Miles sighed heavily. "Mr. Zimmer, there are no security cameras behind that hotel. I hit a dead end. I checked every female guest checked into the floors above you, and none of them match your description. There was one woman around the right age, but she was... 'occupied' with her boyfriend all night..."
"So you hit a dead end and just gave up?"
Miles looked distressed. "What else am I supposed to do? But honestly, boss, you have to trust in fate. If it's meant to be, she'll cross your path again."

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