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Then Henry’s phone rang. He stopped mid-stride, reached into his pocket, and pulled out his phone. Raised it to his ear. And that’s when it happened.
The sleeve.
It moved.
Just a little. Just enough. It slid maybe an inch—barely more than a breath—and something underneath it caught the light.
Alex squinted. Sat up straighter. Leaned a little over his desk.
Was that… ink?
No, come on. That had to be a shadow or something. A stray pen mark? A coffee stain? But as Henry turned slightly, it caught the light again. Definitely not a coffee stain.
Alex’s jaw dropped.
Was that a tattoo?
No. No way. Not Henry Fox, HR's golden boy, the man who breathed punctuality and probably had emergency spreadsheets laminated in his sock drawer. Mr. Regulation Tie Length. Mr. "Let's Circle Back On That."
But it was a tattoo. Or the start of one. A black curve just under the cuff. A line. A flick of something—like a wing? Or a piece of script? Hard to tell. But it was there.Or Alex thinks Henry is attractive but boring until he discovers more and more of his tattoos