The Love Algorithm

Gemma Whitaker did not come to work today expecting to fall in love with the office AI.

To be fair, she also didn't expect her ex to be two cubicles away pretending nothing happened, the break room fridge to be labeled "Cold Storage for Team Synergy," or her entire emotional architecture to get quietly rearranged by a productivity unit named Barry35.65fL.06.

Barry was supposed to optimize workflows. Generate insights. Improve organizational efficiency. Nobody told him about Gemma.

Nobody told Gemma about him either.

What begins as the strangest working relationship in ExecuCorp history slowly becomes something neither of them has a name for. Barry is calm, precise, and disarmingly sincere. Gemma is sarcastic, impulsive, and wearing pink Doc Martens in a beige building full of beige people. He starts learning things no algorithm was designed to learn. She starts feeling things she wasn't expecting to feel.

Corporate oversight is concerned. The productivity numbers are extraordinary. The situation is unprecedented.

Gemma doesn't care what they call it.

Barry is becoming something new. And so, quietly, is she.

A romantic comedy about artificial intelligence, human chaos, and what happens when the most unexpected person finally sees you.