365 Days with my Nemesis

ves like armor, the kind that demanded respect-and, in some cases, fear. Her dark hair was swept back into a sleek ponytail, her cri

n to know it was her assistant, Harper, reminding her of the meeting that had been circling her calend

ed bitter, like the wine you sip out of obligation at charity events. The man who stood at the

ing windows. New York looked deceptively serene from this height. The chaos of the streets belo

nst the marble floors like gunshots. The lobby was abuzz with early morning energy, a blend of sharp s

rper greeted, her tone forma

d, stepping into the elevato

es betraying her thoughts. "But... for the re

the button for the 35th floor, her jaw tightening. "The tech world's gol

er to agree or stay silent. She chose the latter

of icy composure was firmly in place. The doors swung ope

ady seated at the

fortlessly poised, with a sharp jawline that seemed carved out of marble. His dark hair was neatly s

ooth, confident, and laced with just enough mockery to set her te

from him, her smile cold and calculated. "Mr. Hank. I wasn't aware punctuality w

sat back down, his gaze never leaving

ck, her tone saccharine

kward glances darting between the two combatants. Raven barely noticed. Her focus

ar collaboration designed to revolutionize artificial intelligence. Raven clenched her jaw, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. She'd fought toot

r the backrest. His confidence was infuriating, and Raven could feel his gaze burning int

ondescension. "But don't you think it's a bit... ambitious

is what drives innovation, Mr. Hank. Perhaps Hank Industries s

nsion thick enough to slice. Matt's smile didn't falt

inherited success, we could discuss how GenexaTech's founder-oh, wait. My leg

ening to crack. "That's funny, Matt. I didn't realize your lawyers were so concerned about

, his face pale as he tried to steer the conversation back on track.

s she leaned back in her chair. She wasn't going to l

palm. Matt lingered, of course, because he lived to irritate her. As the room c

ersational, "you don't have to try so hard to hate

Let me make one thing clear, Matt. I don't need to get to know you. I already k

d how infuriatingly handsome he looked. "If tha

ing her laptop and heading for the door

of his smirk lingering in the air like a challenge. It was on

and sixty-five days of

t was a nightmare-or an opportu