Clashing Hearts: The CEO's Fiery Assistant

ing at the screen for hours, and the never-ending work had started to feel suffocating. The clock read 7:30 PM, but no part of her was ready to go home. Damien had given her yet anot

round Damien. Everything was always urgent, always important, and always done with the a

ggle to balance her personal life with the pressure Damien put on her. The problem was, there was no balance. He demanded more and more, and

a muttered under her breath, dragging a

f on cue, the door to her office creaked open, and in walked the very man she had been cursing under her breath. The one and only Damien Cross, CEO, overbearing boss, and ever

unwavering, almost like he was surprised, yet not a

out before she could think better of it.

ements were so deliberate that she could almost feel his eyes tracing every line, every word. The tension in the room was immediate-thick, almost pa

is mess?" His voice had that trademark coldness, but today it was t

moment. She should have expected it, should have prepared herself for it, but th

e straighter. "It's exactly what you asked for. You wan

flinch. "Is thi

ng up in her chest, but she fought it down. She couldn't let him w

's done, Damien," she said, her voic

is lips curled into that infuriating smirk. The one that made he

with disdain. "You've missed key figures. There's a gap i

pped. She knew this report wasn't perfect, but it wasn't bad either. She

she said, though her voice wavered desp

He dropped the papers onto her desk with a little too much force, the edges

hing you ask. But I'm human, Damien. I can't work miracles in twent

s though trying to figure out if she meant what she said. Maybe he wa

he could hear the edge of anger in his tone. He leaned closer, his presence suffocati

reaking through. "You want perfection on a deadline. You want me to read

ven something else she couldn't quite place. "What's your pr

k you're asking too much. It's not just the wor

I push everyone around me. It's how you get things done. If I don't push, if I don't

who simply led. This was a man who dominated. He ruled his worl

breath, hoping he wouldn't hear her. But of course, he did. His eyes locked on

t say?" His voice

need to break people to get what you want. You're not some goddamn king, D

ce, usually so calm and collected, twisted with barely contained rage. He took a step forward, and for a moment, Ava thoug

job. You either do it, or you don't." He turned away, his back to her as

hest. She was furious, but more than that, she was

hat maybe, just maybe, she cared a littl

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