because from the first day we met, our friendship blossomed with an intensity that's rare, especially in the competitive environment of the corporate world. This special connection we share is something precious and unexpected. Since then, we've shared a charming apartment located just steps from Golden Gate Park. Upon seeing me, Jenna looked up from her coffee and gave me a knowing smile. "Good morning, Chloe! Ready for another day of adventure in the corporate jungle?" she asked, with that sparkle in her eyes that only Jenna could have so early in the morning.

"Only if it's an adventure that involves escaping Mr. Wolfe's piercing gaze," I joked, throwing my bag on the chair and settling into my desk. "It almost seems like I'm being noticed, huh? But seriously, I'm prepared for whatever comes my way. What about you?" "Oh, you know how it is... another day, another chance to survive his madness," she replied, taking a sip of her coffee. "Did you hear..." Before Jenna could continue, my phone rang. A sharp ring that seemed to cut through the air in the room. It was a call from the administration. My heart raced instantly. What could it be? A summons like that was never a good thing... Did I do something wrong? Are they going to fire me? "Chloe Carter?" said a formal voice on the other end of the line, without even a "good morning" to soften the blow. "Could you come to the administration office right away?" I swallowed, feeling a chill run down my spine. Jenna gave me a curious but concerned look as I stood up slowly, as if time was dragging. What could be in store for me? My heart pounding in my chest, I said goodbye to Jenna and walked down the hallway, desperately trying to control the anxiety that was building with each step. When I finally entered the office, I was greeted by one of the HR directors, a man in an impeccable suit and a serious expression, but with a glint in his eye that made me stop and think: maybe, just maybe, I wasn't about to be fired. "Chloe, I have some great news," he began, with a smile that made my tension ease a little. "Due to your exemplary performance, we are promoting you to the position of executive secretary to the CEO, Sebastian Wolfe." I was stunned, my mind slowly processing what he had just said. Executive secretary to the CEO? Working directly with Sebastian Wolfe? That was... huge! An incredible opportunity, no doubt, but it also meant being in the line of fire every day. Especially considering Sebastian's reputation as a demanding, impulsive, and, without a doubt, extremely seductive boss. "Thank you for the opportunity," I managed to say, forcing a smile as I tried unsuccessfully to hide my nervousness. "I'll do my best. My best." I just hoped that my best would be enough to handle the hurricane that was the CEO of the company. As I left the administration office, my mind was racing. I knew that this promotion would change my professional and personal life. The opportunities, the risks, everything was jumbled up in my head as I walked down the hall to my desk. When I finally arrived, Jenna was still there waiting for me, anxious, and her eyes lit up with excitement when I told her the news. "Chloe, this is amazing! We'll be working together with the CEO!" she exclaimed, jumping up from her chair. I tried to keep up with her enthusiasm, but a part of me was completely overcome by a mix of anxiety and anticipation. Sebastian Wolfe was known for being ruthless in business and equally intense in his personal life. Everyone knew he was a womanizer, and that made him even more dangerous. The kind of man who could turn your world upside down with a simple look. I was a dedicated and determined person. I had always been bold and daring, qualities that had brought me this far, but my sincerity had also often put me in complicated situations. Now, I would face a new challenge: working directly with the most powerful and seductive man at TechFin Corp. What awaited me? Only time would tell. But one thing was certain: this new phase promised to be anything but boring. CHAPTER 1 Last night had been intense, just the way I liked it. On the roof of my apartment in San Francisco, the view of the city was spectacular, but not as spectacular as the woman I was with. She was blonde, blue-eyed, and had a body that would fascinate any man. Her name? Maybe Amanda, or maybe Melissa. That didn't matter. What mattered was that she knew exactly what to expect from me, and I didn't disappoint her. "You're amazing, Sebastian," she murmured, with a satisfied smile, as she snuggled up next to me on the bed, the soft light from the lamp highlighting the curves of her body. "I always do my best," I replied, looking into her eyes, my soft touch gliding through her hair. "Tonight is just for us, let's enjoy every second of it." She laughed softly, and I let myself get carried away by the moment, enjoying the sense of control that always accompanied these interactions. We talked about trivial things: what she did, her dreams and ambitions, all while I watched her with calculated interest. I knew exactly how to guide the conversation, offering just the right amount of attention and charm to make her feel special. I created the illusion of a deep connection, but never really committed. When I woke up, the first light of dawn was beginning to filter through the large windows of my penthouse. The woman had already left, just as I had asked. Her floral perfume still lingered in the air, a fleeting reminder of the night before. On the bedside table, I found a note with her number on it, a gesture so common it almost seemed part of a ritual. I smiled to myself as I crumpled the paper and threw it away. My interest was always momentary, and I never promised anything other than pleasure. My life has always been this way: simple, straightforward, and uncompromising. As the only child of business parents, I grew up in an environment where success was the only option. My father, Richard Wolfe, a real estate mogul, and my mother, Victoria Wolfe, a renowned attorney, taught me to be ruthless in business and not to let emotions interfere with my decisions. Richard and Victoria were demanding, expecting nothing less than perfection. I learned early on how to handle pressure and respond. I stood up, stretched my muscles, and headed to the bathroom. After a quick shower, I opened the closet and chose one of my Armani suits from the latest collection. The soft, perfectly tailored fabric was a constant reminder of the power and success I had achieved. Appearance was part of the game, and I knew how to use it to my advantage. As I straightened my tie in front of the mirror, I thought about my schedule for the day: important meetings, crucial decisions, and of course, the eternal power dance that was my trademark. I walked down to the garage, where my Aston Martin Vantage was waiting for me. The car, with its sleek lines and powerful engine, was more than just a means of transpo