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ia's

he extent that I thought it

e email. It seemed impossible. It had

a few hours ago is trying to wave everything that happened. I tossed my phone onto the bed

. How his hands had explored every part of me, the intense warmth

t fling was now my possible boss. I looked back

, clear and inviting: 'We were impressed with your designs. You

reative Director. Please come to our headquar

chill of fear and guilt creeping u

g for, a chance to show my worth in the competitiv

a little... complication, a little drama that happened between you and him. Okay

ably attractive. And now, he was my new boss. I groaned and c

, taking freelance jobs that hardly covered my rent, and waiting for another chanc

sacrificed too much

grabbed my phone and

fer and will be there tomorrow at 10 a.m' As soon as I hit send, a wave of

ll? I spent the rest of the day caught between excitement, guil

skyscraper that contained Hayes Fashion loomed in front of me like a giant. I gr

parting in a welcome. "Sophia Greene? We've been expecting y

ver, the gentle background music

d authority: glass walls, sleek design, and a trace of something luxurious

tomach twisted tighter with every passing moment. And then he enter

tyled back, giving him an effortlessly powerful presence. His stri

ice deep and resonant.

. His gaze swept over me, a spark of recognition flashi

ve a seat." I complied, my hands slightly shaking as I placed my portfolio o

a few moments. "When I saw your name, I didn't antic

e the CEO of Hayes Fash

I clenched my hands in my lap, determined to take charge of

interrupted smoothly,

ss. The real question is, can you?" His words felt lik

ied candidate for this role. What tra

in his eyes. Then he nodded. "Good. Let's maintain it that way." The remainder o

ding, the reality of what had just occurred struck me. This was merely the start, and I had no clue how I would navigate the st