Interest Rates of the Heart

Interest Rates of the Heart

Chapter 1: Closing Bell

The clock in the sleek, glass-walled conference room ticked toward 6:00 PM. Liam Carter leaned back in his chair, his navy suit as pristine as ever despite the long day. He loosened his tie, sighing as the numbers on the screen in front of him began to blur. Across from him, Adrian Vega was still focused on his laptop, fingers flying across the keyboard.

“You know,” Liam said, breaking the silence, “the market will still be here tomorrow. Maybe you should call it a night.”

Adrian didn’t even glance up. “Unlike some people,” he quipped, “I have to clean up this mess before tomorrow’s investor meeting.”

Liam’s brow furrowed. “You’re implying I don’t work hard enough?”

Adrian smirked and finally met Liam’s gaze. “Oh, you work hard, Carter. But you don’t exactly live, do you?”

Liam opened his mouth to retort, but something about Adrian’s teasing smile disarmed him.

“Careful, Vega,” Liam said, leaning forward. “You’re awfully bold for someone who’s only been here a year.”

“Boldness gets results.” Adrian’s voice was soft, confident. “Maybe you should try it sometime.”


Chapter 2: Unforeseen Risk

The next day, Liam found himself paired with Adrian on a high-stakes presentation to the bank’s board. Adrian’s approach was bold and unconventional, a sharp contrast to Liam’s methodical, calculated style.

“You’re going to lose them if you push that angle,” Liam said, frowning at the slides.

Adrian leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. “And you’ll bore them to death if we stick to your safe numbers. We’re here to sell a vision, not read a spreadsheet.”

Liam crossed his arms. “I’d rather bore them than blow our credibility.”

Adrian grinned, tilting his head. “Let me guess—risk management wasn’t your favorite subject?”

“Risk is manageable. Chaos isn’t,” Liam shot back.

Their debate raged late into the evening. Somewhere between arguments over financial models and presentation design, Adrian broke the tension by ordering takeout.

“I still think you’re too cautious,” Adrian said as they sat across from each other, sharing a carton of fried rice.

“And I still think you’re reckless,” Liam replied, but his tone had softened.

“Opposites attract,” Adrian said with a wink.

Liam rolled his eyes, but a faint smile tugged at his lips.


Chapter 3: Mergers and Acquisitions

Weeks turned into months, and the tension between Liam and Adrian shifted. Their arguments became less about work and more about challenging each other’s perspectives. Liam began to admire Adrian’s boldness, while Adrian found himself drawn to Liam’s steadiness.

One Friday night, after another late meeting, Adrian caught Liam as he was about to leave.

“Drink with me,” Adrian said, his tone unusually serious.

Liam hesitated but nodded.

At the quiet bar near their office, Adrian leaned forward, his usual smirk replaced by something softer. “You know, you drive me crazy, Carter. But I think I’d be bored if you didn’t.”

Liam raised an eyebrow. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

Adrian shrugged. “Take it however you want.”

The tension between them was electric, unspoken feelings bubbling to the surface.

“I’m not sure this is a good idea,” Liam said finally, though his voice lacked conviction.

“I’m willing to take the risk,” Adrian replied, leaning closer.


Epilogue: Compound Interest

Months later, Liam and Adrian sat side by side in the same glass-walled conference room, a different kind of energy between them.

“Do you think anyone suspects?” Liam asked, his tone half-serious.

Adrian grinned. “Probably. We’re terrible at hiding it.”

Liam chuckled, shaking his head. “So much for managing risks.”

Adrian took Liam’s hand under the table, their fingers intertwining. “Some risks are worth taking.”

Outside, the city buzzed with life, but for a moment, all that mattered was the quiet understanding between them. The numbers could wait—what they had built was priceless.


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