Mr. Ceo Wants Me

a V

e, as if my entire worth as a person was being weigh

rhaps just bored, he leaned back in

voice dropped, even and cold. "But in my world, belief isn't enough. Results matter. Failure is

ead across the room. I glanced at the other women from the corner of my eye. One frow

h theoretical questions or polished resumes, but with actual work

nce hang in the air like a

is company the costs incurr

ent, no o

h

e's serious. Elliot Blackthorne wasn't offering us a clean shot at employment, he was turning this into

left, suddenly spoke up. Her voice wobbl

Blackthorne Atelier isn't a charity. Resources, materials, and time all cost money.

r voice growing more panicked. "I'm here fo

off, his tone like ice. "No

t us, as if hoping for support. None came. She made a soft

olted out of the room, her heels clattering against th

't even flinch. If anything, he looked... mildl

eeping over us again. "If you don't

moved t

Elliot's tactics were harsh, ruthless even, but there was no denying that he was in complete control of the room. He w

scared. I didn't walk in

ms on the desk. "Good. The rest of you ha

lf a small bre

ing in the tense silence. He seemed to relish the moment,

k you'll be working on. By the time the clock strikes midnight, I expec

d at the others. One of them, a brunette with sharp cheekbones and narrowed eyes, looked ready to tackle the

a job interv

vival of t

d he pointed to the small, empty wo

word as though it carried grave importance, "you'll need to p

wood, no lock, no markings. It felt almost absurdl

y, as though testing the word on her

but there was nothing kind about it. "Take off

rough me like ice water. Surely, I had heard him wrong. But his expression did

blurted out, her voice hi

o hand over pens, not intimate articles of clothing. "The b

hter now, her dark eyes flashing with fury. "This isn't some power game where yo

ply shrugged, his expression unreadable. "I don't need you to

fists clenching at he

nce more in his chair. "But if you're serious about the opportunity in front of

he looked like she wanted to say something more, to lash out, but instead, she spun on her heel an

ft thre

lace, while the third woman, an elegant redhead with striking features, look

steady my thoughts. Elliot's