months

azer I bought from a thrift store, my chestnut hair pulled into a severe, professional knot. I

h floor. He was sharp, perceptive, an

tine drafting tables. "You understand sustainable materials better than our senior executives.

, Mr. Chen," I replied. My heart hammered aga

t is a billion-dollar development. But I must warn you. Our CEO is brutal. He built this company from nothing. He

had survived complete social destru

, so you will not meet him until Monday. Go sett

ng my life. I sat down and booted up my computer. The corporate screensaver flashed ac

d to pure, una

the CEO. Broad shoulders. A sharp, chiselled

hi St

r from the

who believed I was a manipulative call girl. If Malachi Sterling saw me in his building

g behind my computer monitors. I poured my panic into the Riverside project, creating architectural blueprin

rrived like an e

together, walking through the design floor. "The CEO is

ds and followed the team into the glass-walled boardroom. I sat at the ve

lass doors

ore a bespoke black suit that screamed lethal authority. He commanded t

a violent shiver down my spine. It was the exact same voice that whispered in the dark ho

us stated proudly. He gestured directly toward the back of the

pletely

ed his head. His ga

ched so hard a muscle feathered in his cheek. His eyes dropped to my lips, then back up to my terri

m fell dead silent. He looked at me not like an employee, bu

ord carried a lethal, freezing