Veiled Obsession

nd over. She could still remember the magnetic look he had given her, a look that seemed to pierce through the crowded auditorium and fi

y when her phone buzzed. She glanced down, surprised

office? Alexander Cross has

She felt a mix of excitement and apprehension as she gathe

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n his pockets, gaze focused somewhere beyond the campus grounds. Alexander Cr

g for her to take a seat. "Mr. Cross has express

s smooth and commanding as she remembered. "I've been keeping an eye on some of the top students here, and your name came up

g a warmth rise to her cheeks. She wasn't sure how to interpret his wor

g investment firm, and we're always on the lookout for fr

d apprehension. Alexander's firm was well-known, a place she had heard about in business circles, tho

she stammered, gathering her compos

hers. "I see potential in you, Olivia. I

rful start to your career, Olivia. Alexander has taken a personal inte

t track into the world of high finance and corporate success. But it was also intimidating. The thought of being around

eting his eyes. "I... I'

tion flashing across his face. "I'm glad t

p you finalize the paperwork, Olivia. Alexander's firm is based downtown,

e were in a dream. "Thank you both. I.

my assistant reach out to you with the details. We'll start with a part-time schedule that

s grip, firm yet gentle. His eyes held hers a beat longer than expected,

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ate, her role, and a list of onboarding materials. She had to rearrange her study sched

he sheer scale of it. The lobby was grand, filled with polished marble and modern art pieces. Ol

her with a smile. "Welcome. Mr. Cross is ex

top floor. The ride up was quiet, the soft hum of the elevator making her more aware of her own nervous breathing. She re

ing windows framing a sweeping view of the city skyline. At the end of the hall was a sleek gla

e, with minimalist decor, cool tones, and a large window that seemed to make the city stretch endlessly be

as she entered. "Glad to see y

small laugh, hoping her honesty would m

keep you sharp." He leaned back, studying her with that familiar, intent gaze. "This

erself. "I'll work hard. I wa

" he replied. "I have high expectations, Olivia,

h market research, and sitting in on client meetings. As he spoke, Olivia felt a mixture of intimidation and excitem

st as if he'd set aside the professional facade. "If you ever have any

rst name. She could see why people were drawn to him. Beneath the sharp intelligen