Slave For The Billionaire Boss

ng sun casting a soft light on the piles of bills scattered across the table. She sippe

or years had shut down unexpectedly last week, leaving her scrambling to find a new j

day, a listing caught her eye: "Persona

orations in the country, a name synonymous with wealth and succes

s updated her resume and submitted her

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ossi Enterprises. Dressed in her best professional outfit-a modest black pencil sk

the receptionist said, l

he top floor. The space was sleek, modern, and intimidating, with floor-

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door opened, and

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, his sharp features as striking as she remembered. His gray eyes

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arrassment, confusion, and something she couldn't quite n

ed inside, she couldn't help but notice how the room mirrored h

ehind his imposing desk. His eyes studied her intently,

y, trying to ignore the electr

his gaze never leaving her.

and I'm willing to learn. I may not have corporate experience,

, almost forming a smile.

led the room. Then, he st

ired, Mis

ked in surpri

rm. "Report here at 8 a.m. s

s she left the office, she couldn't shake the feeling that she'd jus