Where Two Hearts Met

Elena Blake sat in the corner of a cramped café, with her fingers trembling as she refreshed her inbox for what felt like the hundredth time that morning. 

Her breath caught when a new email appeared. Calloway Corporation  Interview Invitation.

Her pulse pounded. This was it. A chance to escape she had been waiting for. A real job, far away from her father's suffocating empire.

She scanned the email. Her Interview was scheduled for 10:00 AM tomorrow. Executive Suite, Calloway Tower.

Calloway Tower is the heart of a corporate empire that owned half the city. 

She'd never set foot inside, never imagined she'd even get the opportunity. She exhaled shakily, gripping the coffee cup between her hands.

This job was her ticket out.

Meanwhile, Across the street, a black car idled. Behind its tinted windows, a man watched her. 

Ethan Calloway leaned back in his seat, fingers steepled, lips curving into a satisfied smirk. 

'The mouse had taken the bait.'

***

Elena Blake stood outside the towering glass skyscraper of Calloway Corporation , her pulse drumming in her ears. 

The building was a fortress of steel and ambition, a far cry from the decaying mansion she had spent her childhood in, the house that belonged to Vincent Blake, the infamous crime lord.

Dressed in her most professional attire a fitted navy-blue blazer and modest pencil skirt, she squared her shoulders and stepped inside. 

The marble floors glistened, high ceilings arching overhead. Employees in tailored suits hurried past, exuding the efficiency of a well-oiled machine.

This interview was her chance. A chance for her to escape the life she had been born into. A chance to build something for herself.

If they found out who she was, she'd be out the door before she could finish saying her name.

She exhaled slowly, gripping the strap of her purse. No one knew. No one had to know. She was just another applicant, another woman looking for a job.

With a deep breath, she stepped forward, pushing through the revolving doors.

A receptionist, crisp and polished, glanced at her. "Miss Blake?"

Elena nodded and smiled faintly

"Mr. Calloway will see you now."

Her stomach twisted. She thought it was unusual for a CEO to personally conduct interviews. But she pushed the thought away. She needed this and she silently prayed she impressed the CEO

She followed the receptionist to the top floor, where a private elevator hummed softly as it carried her up, up to where power sat behind a polished desk.

***

Hgh above, in an office that overlooked the city, Ethan Calloway watched the security feed with an unreadable expression. 

His sharp blue eyes traced the figure of the woman walking through his lobby.

Elena Blake.

His fingers drummed lightly against his desk. He had expected this moment for years, but he hadn't expected it to come so easily. 

The daughter of the man who had ruined his life, stepping willingly into his territory.

He had seen her name on the applicant list and recognized it instantly. The surname had nearly made him laugh. 

Did she think she could hide? That the world had forgotten the sins of her father?

If the world did, he would never do. 

A slow smirk curled his lips.

This was an opportunity he hadn't anticipated. An opportunity for revenge.

He pressed the intercom button. "Cancel the rest of my meetings for the morning."

"Yes, Mr. Calloway," his assistant responded.

Ethan leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking under him. Let the game begin.

He stood at the floor-to-ceiling window, hands in his pockets, his imposing six-foot-three frame radiating authority. His jet-black hair was neatly styled, his tailored charcoal suit flawless. Every inch of him screamed control, precision, danger.

When the elevator doors opened, he turned.

Elena Blake.

The name alone made his blood run hot. The daughter of Vincent Blake, the man responsible for his parents' deaths.

She stepped into his office, cautious but determined. Up close, she was striking. 

Dark auburn hair cascaded over her shoulders, green eyes sharp and observant.