Clashing Hearts: The CEO's Fiery Assistant

er months of job hunting, rejection emails, and a dwindling bank account, she needed this interview to go well. It wasn't her dream job

der, smoothing down her wrinkled blazer. It wasn't new

e was massive, all glass and steel, reflecting the gray sky above. She took a deep breath and stepped

ered under her breath, clutch

rp cheekbones and an even sharper attitude

am

to keep her voice steady. "I'm

toward a sleek seating area and returned to typing on her keyboard. Ava sat down

d and motioned for her to follow. He didn't introduce himself, didn't s

h glass walls and a door that look

ou," the man said

ed inside

shed. No, he was devastatingly handsome in a way that made her heart skip a beat. Sharp jawline, piercing gray

is deep voice cutting thr

"I-I'm five m

d assessing. "If you're five minutes ea

her mouth to retort but decided against it. Not

gesturing to the chai

. He didn't even glance at it. Instead, he leaned back in his chair, ste

dry amusement. "You're hardworking, a team p

I'm resourceful, quick on my feet,

ng a smirk. "Problem-solving, h

ed a thick file across the desk.

file, then at hi

joking?" he asked,

ession was as cold

scanned the contents. It was a mess-typos, inconsistencies, and formatting errors gal

e was sweating. She slid the file back a

expression unreadable. Finally, he close

re hi

inked.

d, standing and buttoning hi

es

offee on my de

ugh, there was a small coffee ring on the pris

dn't me

off. "Just be here at eight sha

ode out of the office, leavi

b. But something told her working for Dami

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hat Eve

tment floor, surrounded by takeout co

mouth. "You got hired by a billionaire who made you fix a random file in

aid, stabbing at her

. "Sounds like

o me. He's... intimidating and cold and pr

ve read enough romance novels

yes. "This is my life. And it's going to be a disaste

chel repeated, gig

. "You're n

shoulder. "Just don't let him intimidate you. And

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ined to make a better impression. She had a new coffee cup, a

s already there, typing away on his lap

're early,

Ava replied, her tone a bi

ad, he handed her a tablet. "Your tasks for the

As she glanced at the list of tasks, she couldn'

ng for Damien Cross was going t

the start of somethin

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