Passion in the Boardroom

a whirlwind of activity-people bustling, cars honking, lights flashing-a far cry from the quiet suburb where she ha

damant about her living situation, insisting she stay with James, her fiancé, rather than finding a place of her own. James was everything they

iving room, her fingers trailing along the sleek, glass-topped table, and wondered how long she could keep up this charade. James was kind and considerate, but their c

excitement and trepidation. She had landed the coveted position of personal assistant to Ryan Mass, the enigmatic CEO known for hi

stries from the ground up, transforming it into a powerhouse of innovation and success. He was known for his demanding nature

ts. He stood in the doorway, impeccably dressed in a

. "Yes, almost. Just

ber, dinner with my parents tonight. They're lo

dinners were always the same-polite conversation, veiled criticisms

it. But as she stepped into the elevator and descended to the lobby, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to change. The cit

as she approached the towering glass building of Mass Industries. She stepped out of the cab, sm

determination wash over her. No matter what her parents or James expected of her, this job was h

, her nerves slowly giving way to excitement. She was about