The Vengeful Billionaire's Secretary

typing furiously as the clock ticked past 9 PM. Inside, Alexander was still working, the glow of his desk lamp h

ave the office, or do you have some secr

led by his voice, but q

completed everything on

the point of being unnerving. I'd almost thi

le "Just trying to make your life easier, s

you're succeeding.

gray eyes studied her with a mix of curiosity and amusement,

it feels like you've been running this company for years. You'

keeping her face

ention to detail. And ma

uition? Is that your polite way o

omeone has to know what you need b

"You make it sound simple, but I've had assistants befo

er to avoid his penetrating stare "Maybe t

ething more serious "And what about you, Miss Clarke? What kee

oard. For a brief second, her mask thre

finish what I start. And

if sensing there's more to her answer. "Fair enough. But don't let me

er hazel eyes meeting his gra

g back toward his office "Good. Now g

as he disappears into his

his attention lingered, unsettling yet oddly thrilling. But she quickly shook off

key to her success would be gaining Alexander's trust. It wasn't easy for Alexander Cross was a man surrounded b

dove straight into work. Meetings, calls, and endless tasks filled his day, yet he somehow managed to stay calm and in control. Emma, however, n

s coffee (black, no sugar), the way he liked his reports ( with bullet points), and the subtle signals he gave when he was read

he next day's schedule, while Alexander sat at his desk, his tie loosened and his sleeves rolled up. For onc

lways have to stay late, Miss Clarke. I'm sure the rest of the

ne has to keep things in order, Mr. Cross. I

I are old friends. You'd be surprised

n his tone, an undercurrent of regret that she hadn't heard b

dn't have guessed that.

stormy gray eyes distant "It wasn't alway

his gaze fixed on some invisible point in

"What c

acy. He always believed in building things, empires, fortunes, and re

around the edge of her desk. She forced herself to kee

ou? Do you believe i

es I feel like I'm just cleaning up his mess. Fixing the past. Trying to make

with questions she couldn't ask, not yet.

t's... a lo

f trying to gauge her understanding "It is. But that's t

resolve blur. This man, the one she'd vowed to destroy, didn't seem like the ruthless v

ssional again "Well, if anyone can hand

idn't leave his eyes "Determination's about the on

re anything but orderly. She knew she needed to stay focused on her mission, but A

ess of papers, sticky notes, and a half-empty coffee cup. She rubbed her temples, frustration evident in her furrowed bro

can't work. These timelines clash

doorway, his jacket slung over one arm and his tie loosened. His gray eyes swept over the room, t

against the company with all those sticky notes

aster of a schedule, Mr. Cross. The timelines are all wrong, and the

rolling up his sleeves "Impossible? I tho

at her notes "There's a f

cking up one of the files. His proximity caught her off guard, and sh

g at him "You

going to derail tomorrow's meeting, I'd rather fi

r the papers. Alexander's calm, methodical approach surprised her. He wasn't the overbearing

e marketing phase to overlap with the final development sp

houlders almost touching "That... actually makes se

ning "That's why there are two of us. Even p

ightly. For the first time that night, the frustration

re you calling me p

a moment, his tone turning soft

thing quieter, more charged. Emma's breath hitched slightly, and she

l, I wouldn't want to get too u

t his eyes lingered on he

med eager to leave. Alexander leaned back in his chair, w

nk you, Mr. Cross. I don't think I could ha

ward slightly, his voic

ng up, surpr

aze "When it's just us, y

d. As Alexander stood, gathering his things, he paused at t

a long day. Get some res

he memory of his quiet kindness and the way he'd said her name lingered long

y): What are you doing