Enchanted by the Alpha: A Billionaire's Werewolf Romance

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nder and CEO. Fast forward nine years, and I'm here interviewing for a position. And not just any role-a role in Informatio

m's international headquarters, wondering if they m

ing, looking more like they're headed to a resort t

lous about every detail. Ultimately, I went with a sleek black suit-a fitted jacket and a short, tailored skirt. I decided against stockings, opting for bar

yle. After much debate between heels and sneakers, I chose the heels. Though i

But even back then, I was captivated by Qualcomm's founder, Ermes Sylvester. Wh

ly impressive: a billionaire, a philanthropist, and

cursor-still stands out as one of my most memorable moments. I didn't take anything; I simply wanted t

st my skills against Sylvester's system-and th

Willi

y heels. "Hi," I manage, perhaps sounding a bit too breathless. R

lasses, collared shirt, slacks, probably in his thirties. I notice a quick glance at the pink lo

ewing for Dummies' advice on the ideal handshake duration.

-not as if he's being inappropriate, but as if making eye contact might be uncom

lly. After checking in at the marble reception area, I was instructed

k attempt at small talk. "You

IT candidates shouldn't have to do interviews-they should just take a test or hack something. But, from what the recruiter said, Qualcomm is already famili

my old life could fin

ors open, a tall, broad-shouldered man in an elegant suit is inside

g myself it's just a standard elevator ride. Still, if

Sam's name. "One second," he says, stepping back as a young woman rushes over, fol

ath, willing myself to stay calm. A panic atta

an shows him something on her laptop. The d

he sixth floor. I know e

t of this confine

hts flicker-once, t

I lose my composure. Next to me, the man in the suit mutters something under his breath, and a faint

t pounds, and my

t actually trapped. But my body isn't buying it-my stomach tightens, skin grows clammy, and everythin

rs, "No recep

ip the handrail, breath

ng size. In another situation, it might have sounded attractive.

es, and I tighten my grip on the rail. Sta

ces," I add, vastly und

balance slipping? Old fears bubble up. What i

gainst the elevator wall, pressing firmly o

he says, composed, as if this

st a wall to calm my nerves," I say, my sarcasm sl

oping you,"

they all sa

tops as quickly as it started, alm

s thi

this close, let alone touch me like this. A few inches in another direction, and he'd