ALPHA THORNE: Claimed by the Billionaire Beast

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gy, I knew I should have kept my mouth shut. It was the first rule of survival in this company-blend in

ive regional branches," Damian said, his voice smooth and sharp as obsidian, cutting through the silence like a

line of red slashes through rows of numbers. The words on

y underfunded, under

late and showed up early and made it all run like clockwork. And now all gone. J

members in their tailored suits nodded politely, strategically, their faces a mask of calm calculation. Mr. Jenni

self, I opened my mouth. "With respect, Mr. Thorne," I said, my voice cutt

and curiosity. Damian's was the last, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my breath hitch

rperforming compared to the flagship, but if you look at regional growth potential and the operational set

forget their place. His eyes never left mine, and I felt like I was drowning in their golden depths. Golden. Not brown. Not hazel. Gold.

simply, his voic

my voice firm. "Executive

ng. The corner of his mouth twitched, like

lculated. "What qualifies an assistant to challeng

on the ground floor of this company for the last three years," I said, my voice steady. "I know those p

Jennings flinched beside me like I'd slapped God. Damian stoo

e stood just behind my chair. My skin prickled. My pulse roared in my

final. There was a beat of silence. "I beg your p

voice devoid of emotion. "Security wil

e up?" I asked,

your place," he repl

of the board members blurred together in a sea of shock and curiosity. Damian's eyes, however, remained fixed on mine, their golden

don't make mistakes, Ms. Carter," he said, his voice dripping with confidence. "I mak

dynamics at play. I felt a surge of anger and frustration, but I kept my head h

oworkers piercing through me like daggers. I kept my eyes fixed

, disconnected from the world around me. But as soon as I stepped out onto the street, the city slapped me back to re

feeling like I'd been punched in the gut. The fury, the shame, the confu

orked too hard to be reduced to nothing in a five-minu

ut the way his voice still echoed in my mind. The way his eyes had looked straight through m

e in hand. The city skyline blinked in the distance, but my mind was still stuck in t

now where my pl

ant apologies. I wanted answers. I wanted to know why Damian Thorne-arrogant, perfect, terrifying Damian-had looked at me like I was so

eyes met mine... He looke

side me. I knew one thing – I wasn't going to let Damian Thorne get away with this without a