The Vengeful Billionaires Secretary

Emma Clarke smoothed her blazer and inhaled deeply before stepping into the semi like crystal glass skyscraper. Cross Industries stood as a beacon of success, but for Emma, it symbolized everything she had lost. Her family had been destroyed years ago, her father's small business destroyed after a ruthless acquisition by this very corporation. Now, it was her turn to wreak havoc on this seemingly beautiful corporation.

The receptionist directed her to the top floor, where Alexander Cross himself was waiting. Emma had memorized every detail about the man: his historical rise to CEO after his father's death, his cold efficiency, his unmatched charm. Yet nothing could have prepared her for their first meeting.

"Miss Clarke," Alexander said, standing as she entered his expansive office. He was taller than she expected, his tailored suit highlighting a powerful physique. His piercing gray eyes studied her with interest.

"Mr. Cross," she replied, keeping her voice steady. She extended a hand, which he took with a firm yet surprisingly warm grip.

"Your references are excellent," he said, gesturing for her to sit. "And your qualifications exceed what I usually require for a secretary."

Emma gave a polite smile. "I believe in exceeding expectations."

Alexander's lips formed into a faint smile. "Good. I expect nothing less."

As the meeting concluded, Emma felt the first stirrings of doubt. Alexander wasn't the cold monster she had imagined. But she reminded herself, charm didn't absolve guilt.