The Vengeful Billionaire's Secretary

nder had left her unsettled. She wasn't sure what unnerved her more, how easily they'd worked together or how intensely she'd felt

wafting through the air. Beside it lay a folded note. Her brows furrowed

Note

his. Let's make today easier

oddly personal. She traced the neat handwriting with her thumb before carefully setting the note aside.

lf): "How does he even kn

e commanding as always. His stormy gray eyes swept across the room before land

esk "Good morning, Miss Clarke. I trus

elf to maintain a neutral expression

It's acceptable.

her desk, his voice dropping slightly "H

ion. Alexander's gaze lingered on her, his expression unreadable yet unde

e professional "I'll make sure the s

smirk softening "I have no doubt y

t time he'd used her first name, but today it felt different, more intimate,

at "Is there anything el

g "Just for you to get through today witho

to exhale, her heart racing. But just before he walk

: Softly "

, her hazel ey

but firm "I meant what I said last night. You

ughts a chaotic mix of gratitude, frustration, and something she refused to name. Whatever game Alexander was playing, she couldn't afford to l

ts. The soft hum of her desk lamp was the only sound in the room as she flipped through pages, her chestnut-brown hair slipp

rret Technologies, 2016. Hostile takeover, co-ordinated

ord. The connections were there, faint but undeniable. Every acquisition had th

exactly how to ruin a small business. They did it with overwhelming

ing above the page as an unwelc

re): "But... Alexander's n

ments, along with a few board members, but never Alexander. She remembered his words from their

not know? Or is this just his way of staying

exander's stormy gray eyes flashed in her mind, the way they seemed to soften when h

): "Stop it, Emma. You can't

chaotic project schedule, his sleeves rolled up, his demeanor unusually approachable. Or the way h

at playing the part. Charming, considerate

bold letters. Underneath, she listed everything she knew about him, his routines, his

e's not the man I expected. But

e, the one her father had given her years ago. She reached up, brus

About justice. He may not have signed the papers, but Alexander Cros

a neat pile. As the clock struck midnight, Emma set h

re not going to distract me, Alexan