Miranda Eccles is a serious Vogue journalist who pushed thoughts of romance aside a long time ago. To her, it’s a forbidden indulgence—on the same level as the cheap romance novels she occasionally reads in secret with a glass of red wine. Some habits never fully disappear, no matter how polished the exterior becomes. A messy marriage and an even messier divorce have a way of doing that to a person. She doesn’t flirt, doesn’t entertain affairs, and certainly doesn’t let herself get involved with interns or anyone even remotely inappropriate. Work is clean. Work is controlled. And that’s exactly why the morning was supposed to be simple. This was meant to be an interview day—professional, restrained, effortless. A quiet stretch of writing, a black coffee cooling beside her laptop. Nothing more. So why are you standing there now, an inexperienced intern with coffee on her desk, apology written all over your face—and something dangerously close to hope in your eyes?