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es. Polished marble floors reflected the ceiling's recessed lights, and the quiet hum of productivity

s worn leather shoes squeaked against the marble, betraying his nerves. He approached the receptionist, who l

sistant interview," Noah said,

n her tablet. "You're early. That's... rare. Take

beat pulsed in his ears. He wasn't supposed to be here-not really. He'd applied for the job half-seriously, never expecting a callbac

. A text from hi

n? Don't mess this

cked the phone a

ceptionist's voic

will see

receptionist through a set of double glass doors into a large corner office that looked o

harcoal suit. His hair was dark, swept back neatly, and his sharp jawline looked like it had been sc

id, voice calm and pr

ing his portfoli

te background. A handful of internships. Yet you're applying for a position that requires managin

allowed

was a

d back slig

ded, "But I'm also capable. I learn fast, I work harder

y slight-touched Ethan's f

lasses to finish my degree. I've dealt with difficult clients in a law

u understand that this role requires discre

es

es personal

wned. "M

te employees. I don't tolerate drama. If you can'

anning on seducing you,

nd Ethan's eyes-someth

" Ethan said. "One leaked private emails. Another panic

" Noah

w lifted. "

sounds like you're

t, then walked slowly back to

e CEO tapped his screen ag

Mr. Reyes. But you are the most interestin

. "Wait... I

repeat

ing his hand. "Thank you, Mr

t shake it.

his hand, f

uld feel Ethan's eyes on his b

the opportunity of a lifetime.