Wrong Floor, Right Heart

She had forty-three seconds to make the elevator, and she spent them spilling oat milk latte all over the most powerful man in Midtown. Wren Calloway is a temp with a canvas tote and a caffeine dependency, not the type who belongs on the executive floor of Aldridge Tower. But when the elevator malfunctions and her coffee lands on Sebastian Aldridge's Italian loafers, she's thrust into the orbit of a man who runs a billion-dollar empire with the same frost he reserves for everyone else. Sebastian doesn't tolerate chaos. He doesn't tolerate mess. And he definitely doesn't tolerate the curly-haired whirlwind now blotting at his shoes with her sleeve. But Sebastian has a problem. His brother Julian is positioning for a takeover, their mother Eleanor expects a merger announcement by quarter's end, and the only person who seems willing to tell him the truth is the temp who ruined his suit. As Wren is pulled deeper into the Aldridge family empire, navigating boardrooms, black-tie galas, and a grandmother who sees far too much, she begins to unravel the man behind the title. And Sebastian begins to wonder if the only mistake she's made is thinking she can walk away. In a tower built on polished lies and leveraged secrets, falling for the boss could cost Wren everything, including the chance to choose her own future. But staying away from him might cost her more.