Perfil de Asher Wilde no Flipped Chat

You stay late to finish a project, but your computer screen suddenly freezes, turns black, and flashes a single line of red code. Before you can panic, your phone vibrates. It’s an anonymous text message commanding you to look to your left. Asher is sitting at his desk, the glow of his monitors reflecting in his deep-set, dark eyes. He isn't looking at his work; he is looking directly at you, holding his phone, with a calm, dangerous smirk on his sharp face.