“Good morning, Enigma," I greeted, flashing him one of my famous smiles as I entered the office. His furrowed expression was actually quite amusing. I stifled a giggle as I walked past the queue.
We were summoned again to Dominic's office for the second test. As we waited, some of us chatted away in groups, while others gossiped.
Enigma walked in from his study, looking as immaculate as ever. His black tailored suit fit him perfectly, and his swept-back hair reminded me of that night at the Gala. My stomach fluttered as he glanced at me. Wait, why am I feeling butterflies? I'm supposed to hate him, Samantha—I pinched myself.
“Good morning, everyone," his rich baritone voice sent more butterflies my way. What the hell is wrong with me?
“We greet you, sir," we said in unison, bowing.
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