His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

As the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, Casper made his way to the thirteenth floor, breakfast tray in hand.

Brian was already stationed at the door, effectively blocking his path. "Morning, Mr. Casper. Is there something I can help you with?"

"I'm here to see Ms. Eliza. Is she in?"

Brian hesitated, "Well, Ms. Eliza isn't feeling too well and is resting at the moment. Maybe..." His eyes landed on the breakfast tray, "...you could leave the breakfast with me, and I'll make sure she gets it."

"I'd prefer to see her myself," Casper insisted, trying to step forward.

Before he could, Brian quickly tapped the buzzer, barring Casper's entrance. "Mr. Casper, Ms. Eliza specifically mentioned you can't come in."

Casper felt a wave of frustration but knew better than to push his luck.

"Alright, if I can't go in, just make sure she gets this," he said, placing the breakfast on a nearby table. "Tell her not to overdo it."

With tension still lingering, Casper turned and made his way back to the CEO's office, his mood clearly soured. He sat at his desk, stewing over the encounter.

entered with a stack of documents. "Mr. Casper, Allysha's agent reached out.

Casper snapped, yanking at his tie,

amiss. Had there been another spat with

team, but Allysha's agent is hoping for your personal touch. Despite Welton International's solid reputation, since it's a

lips. Dillon quickly flicked his lighter, lighting

drag, the smoke curling around his features. He remained silent,

Dillon couldn't hold back, "What's troubling

the ashtray. "Lately, there seem to be a lot of young guys

Pearls' new face? Yeah, they're looking for fresh

self-conscious, running a hand over

Casper, what nonsense! You're not just a pretty face, and you're

am," Casper sighed, feeling like Eliza might be losing interest. "Can you pick up some skincare stuff for me? I've

your age, you've still got a ways to go before

leaning in with a grin. "Did you