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TAMING THE ICE HEARTED CEO

TAMING THE ICE HEARTED CEO

Author: Tamahh
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Chapter 1 THE INTERVIEW

Word Count: 1021    |    Released on: 03/07/2025

portant to make noise. Amara Lane stared at the rising numbers, her reflection flickering on the polished steel walls. Her hands trembled slightly, not from fear

because image mattered in Los Angeles, especially when walking in

ah B

ame sounde

or pinged.

white marble floors that sparkled under recessed lighting, walls lined with abstract art in shad

as sharp. Cle

her without looking up

. I have an

ion unreadable. "Top floor. Private elevator. Swipe this."

heduled this as a second-round interview for an executive assistant position-high pressure

vator and swiped the card. The d

music. Just h

fl

faster with eve

lionaire boss befor

g tech company and turned it into a multi-industry empire by the age of thirty. He didn't attend parties. D

ator doo

ust one-Amara forg

f Los Angeles so high it made the city feel small. The space was modern and minimalist: charcoal grey furni

obsidian desk, typing somethi

n't lo

voice smooth but devoid

ed. "I'm ri

ing. Slowly li

fr

ngular, cheekbones defined like he'd been carved rather than born. Dark hair swept back

man assessing a threat-o

're already late. Punctuality is being early. That tel

believe punctuality is about being on tim

rched, jus

with your potential

they start

her like a problem he couldn't yet s

here to

are you

teady. "To do the j

curiosity. A pause. Then it vanis

s in his pockets. When he stopped in front of her, she felt th

te my needs. Organize a calendar with no margin for error. Travel at a moment's notice

he job de

tand the reality. Assistants don't last more than three months in this role. Most leav

didn't

worse than a ba

her. The sile

hen every assistant I've hired turned out to be incom

rd. And then she

want your money

ave hi

but his eyes did. The walls

, he extend

ke excuses. Don't try to impress me-just be com

and. His grip

ands touched som

ic jolt, not painful... but

r hand like h

retreating behind his desk like nothing had

ned and w

efore gla

atching

th int

th con

mething shifted smal

Or fate. Or anything as u

as somethin

ng unse

hing

ated it

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