A LOVE UNTAMED

of waking late, the rush across the city, the piles of files she had struggled through, and-most of all-that fleeting glimpse of the mysterious man in

Today she had to prove sh

skirt, her dark hair pinned neatly at the nape of her neck. She had memorized the train schedule, bought her coffe

r some film premiere, publicists whispering into phones, interns rus

e her way upstairs through the elev

s-emails to sort, old press releases to cross-check, and at least two red-stamped

" a smooth v

in hand, looking effortlessly stylish in a sleek red dress. Her smile wa

ke an impression, huh?" Van

smile. "I just don't

ay Mr Jonathan Pierce wanted the event schedules filed by

onto Liana's desk with

already overwhelming pile. "Rig

ll." With that, she turned and clicked away on her heels

wly. A team? More

, no-nonsense man with a neatly trimmed beard and a tone that demanded efficiency. "Keep your head down an

e," she replied

She gathered the updated schedules into a neat pil

e papers tucked securely against her chest. Her heels clicked

it ha

the corner

ng. The stack of papers exploded from her arms like a flock of

mmediately dropping to

ce cut through th

ommanding, threaded with something smoo

breath

was

from las

tie knotted with precision. His dark hair swept back with effortless style, his jawline sharp, his lips

d. She opened her mout

racefully to help her gather the papers. His large hand br

ammered, cheeks burni

heets and handed them back. His presence was

mployee slowed, dipping his head respe

ze. Mr. B

rian Blackwood-the President of Titan Media's Film & Streaming Div

gaze lingered, sharp and unreadable, as if he were cataloging her. Then he ros

ly, then strode past, his commanding pre

ing the files to her chest. Her heart thudde

d have bumped into,on her

e wors

g feeling he wou