A woman discovers that the love score of the CEO she is drawn to is completely blank, leaving her unable to read his feelings or trust his intentions. As she tries to understand why his score is missing, she must decide whether to risk her heart on the one man she cannot measure.
I froze. He opened the car door. Get home safe. The telltales vanished. I stood there gripping my bag until my knuckles turned white.
Would I want another reason? Was he testing me? Without a number, I had nothing. That night I dreamt of Ethan's number falling again.
68 51 0 minus 63 minus 71 dropping and dropping while I stood there frozen. I woke up soaked.
choked. But it wasn't Ethan's face I saw when I closed my eyes again. It was Lucas, standing under the streetlight, asking if I wanted another reason. And above his head, nothing at all. I didn't sleep the rest of the night. I threw myself into work after that. It was easier than thinking. Project Crunch hit the next week. My work went
to Lucas, and late nights became routine. He was there too. The executive floor stayed lit past two most nights. One night, the whole floor was empty except for us.