Billionaire's Heart

lionaire in the city's history, a man who had turned a modest start-up into Grey Enterprises, a global conglomerate worth billions. Bu

r furniture and the dark mahogany desk that dominated the space. Alexander adjusted his tie, his icy blue eyes scanning the stack of

n five minutes," his assis

-his last one had quit after two months, overwhelmed by

r brought her back to reality as the doors slid open. She took a deep breath and stepped into the office of Grey

ded a steady income, and the listing for Alexander Grey's executive secretary position had seemed like a miracle. But now, s

ith a professional

ded ner

way,

iately felt the weight of Alexander's presence. He didn't rise from his chair or offer a handshake. Inst

ne clipped. "Let's keep this

ze. "Because I work hard, Mr. Grey. I may not have experience as an e

ebrow. "A bold claim.

have the pedigree of your previous hires, but I have determinatio

s betrayed no emotion, but there was a flicker of somet

rning back to his computer. "Ja

less and his expectations impossibly high. She learned quickly that he despised small talk and ine

ing files and preparing reports for an upcoming meeting. The office was

ll h

tood in the doorway, his tie loosened and his sleev

everything was ready

g to the neatly arranged documents on

ure if she'd hear

cool again. But as he turned to leave, she could'

nal hierarchy, and Alexander Grey's packed calendar. It wasn't just about proving herself capable-she wanted to understand how thi

nder had tasked her with preparing. As she sat at her desk, cros

son," Alexander said,

dn't expected him to arrive so early. "Good morning,

ulously prepared, taking a moment to review it. His

on her desk. His tone was neutral, but Emma knew by now t

said, keeping h

w. Ensure all the files I need are prepared in advance," he said, his ga

fidently. She refused to le

strode into his office, the d

ls, and coordinating logistics for Alexander's upcoming dinner meeting. By the time 5:00 PM rolled arou

er chair, stretching her aching shoulders, when she noticed the light still on in

" his voic

et draped over the back of his chair, and a stack of files spread before

g?" she asked

"The responsibilities of running an emp

ng inside. "Is there anything you

whether her offer was genuine. "You're remarkably

I believe in doi

st forming a smile. "Th

em, the weight of their professional roles momentarily

d, dismissing her wit

her irritation. As she turned

Daw

es

work t

nd, Alexander had returned to his computer,

fore he voiced them and developed a knack for navigating his mood swings. Though he remained distant and demanding, she be

lity to keep up with Alexander's impossible pace, while others whispered behind her back, speculati

a quarterly report when Jason approached her desk.

ed. "Did h

ead. "No, but he

cked on Alexander's offic

d to see me

, his phone in hand. He looked up, hi

n edge. She'd never seen him like thi

eetings for the rest of the da

alright?" she as

her, his gaze piercing. "No. But it

"If there's anyt

off. Then, as if realizing his tone,

d, Emma nodded

dn't shake the feeling that some

k when she noticed Alexander leaving his off

is tone less formal than

ked. "No,

his words more of a c

building and into his sleek black car. They drove in silence to a quiet, upscale r

ner?" Emma asked hesit

to unwind," Alexander re

rded Emma sat quietly for a moment, unsure of how to proceed. Alexander Grey, the un

orders, Alexander's demeanor softened s

do," she

a bottle of wine. The efficiency with which he handled the interaction was i

tween them. Emma fidgeted with the edge of the l

ite often," Alexander said f

ways something to do, and I want to make su

ly. "That's admirable, b

prised. "Are you... conc

value efficiency. Burnout leads to mi

ection. Yet, beneath his words, Emma thou

said carefully. "But I like to

so rare that Emma almost didn't r

dly intimate. For a man who rarely doled

e, Alexander was capable of small talk when he wanted to be. He asked her abou

ool and taking care of your mother," he sa

ght me resilience. And I wouldn't tra

esilience is a rare quality. It's probably why

ly. "You're not as

e say?" he asked, his t

onestly. "That you're intimidating, impossib

smirked. "

fair, too," Emma sa

r, his expression unreadable, and then nodded. "Fair? I'm

shifted to lighter topics. Emma found herself laughing at

ped them. Alexander's driver pulled up, but instead

joining me to

d, but I enjoyed it,"

he wanted to say more. But then he simply opened the car

ge pull she felt toward Alexander. Beneath his cold exterior was a man who carried the weight of his em

as normal as they could be. Alexander's demanding nature was back i

ons. He was still firm and exacting, but there was a warmth in his ton

a man whose world was far removed from hers. Whatever connection she thought s

g their dinner conversation, she couldn't shake th

e company was finalizing a merger with a tech firm, and tensions were running high. Emma was tasked wit

alloway, directed a question to Emma about the merger time

s not here to field questions, Calloway," he said sharply. "If

d gratitude. Alexander rarely defended anyone so

s filed out, Alexander approached her.

," Emma replied,

ered. "That's more than I can s

l for his praise. "T

e corrected, h

nked. "Ex

Alexander," he said, a faint smile

his first name feeling strange on

d walked away, leaving Emma to wonder if the g