Corner Office Romance

Chapter1

I stood in front of the tall glass building and tried to breathe. Grant Enterprises looked like something out of a dream–or maybe a nightmare, I thought so. It's shiny, cold and towering. It's the kind of place that doesn't forgive mistakes, but I am and there's no way I can turn back after coming this far.

It's my first day. I clutched my bag tighter and whispered to myself, "Don't mess this up, Emily. You can't afford to mess this up."

I walked to the glass door and with a push, I walked through the revolving doors. The lobby hit me like a wave, the ceilings were high, with polished marble, and there were people rushing in sharp suits. Phones glued to their ears, and voices clipped so fast. I tried not to stare too much but everything screamed money and power, and I already felt small, like I didn't belong.

"Excuse me?" I asked the receptionist, who looked up from her computer. "I'm.. Emily Hayes. The new secretary."

The receptionist gave me a look, not unfriendly, and not warm either. "Top floor. You'll know where to go." Then almost under her breath, "Good luck."

I blinked. Good luck? What does that mean? But the woman was already typing again and I couldn't persist.

Minutes later, the elevator ride felt endless. My reflection stared back at me from the polished doors. I was putting on a neat blouse, and skirt I'd ironed more than three times, my brown eyes were wide, and nerves were written all over my face.

I smoothed my hair and whispered again to myself. "Smile, look confident, and fake it if you have to."

The elevator door opened and the first thing that welcomed me was silence. I stepped out, amazed to see the top floor. It didn't sound like the busy lobby below. The air was colder, cleaner, and every step echoed. There were glass wall framed offices, but at the far end, two dark doors stood like gates to another world.

I adjusted my blouse, skirt and bag and started walking towards the gate, with my heart thudding in my chest. That was when the door suddenly opened.

Someone stepped out, and I froze. It was Alexander Grant. The stories haven't done him justice. He wasn't just handsome, but he was dangerous, tall, with broad-shoulders, he was wearing a black suit that looked like it belonged to no one else but him. His presence filled the hall before he even spoke.

And everyone knew it, every voice and sounds went quite immediately, papers stilled, and a junior executive actually stepped back as if the air had shifted.

Alexander walked forward, his steps were calm, powerful, and absolute. His eyes were sharp, cold, and cutting across the hall like blades.

I stood there, my legs glued to the floor. I couldn't breathe. I'd never seen someone who could silence a room without even uttering a single world.

And behind him was his assistant, who carried files, spoke quickly. "The meeting is ready, sir. The sterling deal still needs your approval, and–"

Alexander didn't even nod. He just kept walking, with his gaze sweeping across the hall. And then, it landed on me.

My throat tightened immediately, his eyes locked on mine like he had already judged me, already weighed my worth, already decided something about me. Then, my legs wobbled.

I forced myself to straighten, then whispered to myself. "Don't shrink, don't fold, okay. I needed this job badly."

But his stares didn't move and I was getting a bit inconvenient. It pinned me in place until my heart hammered so loud I was sure everyone could hear it.

Then, finally, his voice, which was low, sharp, and commanding.

"You." He said to me,

I blinked again. "Me". I repeated. And his eyes narrowed to me, they were colder than ice.

"My office. Now!" He said again.

I stood there, my legs shaking and my bag clutched to my chest as if it could shield me from whatever storm I had just stepped into. The moment his voice cut through the air, the entire floor froze. Phones dropped to sides, and whispers resumed like sparks, and every gaze seemed to burn into me.

"My office, now." The words echoed in my head, each syllable was louder than the last. I hadn't even started my first task. I hadn't logged into the system or touched my desk. And yet, here I was already called out by the one man everyone whispered about.

People didn't look at me with kindness. Their eyes were sharp, curious, and pitying. One woman in a navy suit shook her head like she was already mourning me. Another man smirked as though he'd just been handed from-row tickets to a disaster.

Hell, I wanted to disappear. My heels felt too heavy on my feet, and my chest was tight. The elevator behind me gleamed like an escape route, and for one insane second, I thought about running back inside and pressing the lobby.

But my feet refused to move. Instead, I stood frozen in place, and heat rushed to my cheeks. My breath came uneven, and shallow. This was supposed to be a fresh start, a chance to prove myself. Not... whatever this was.

I hugged my bag tighter, the leather digging into my palms. The hall stretched longer than it should have, and those doors at the end looked less like an office and more like judgment.

"Poor thing," someone whispered just loud enough for me to hear.

"She won't last a week," another muttered.

Then, laughter, cruel and quiet, buzzed behind me. Their words stung, but they also lit something stubborn inside me. Maybe it was pride, maybe desperation, but I straightened my shoulders, forcing my trembling legs to steady.

No, I didn't come this far to run. I'll walk through those doors. I'll face him, and I'll survive what others couldn't.

The silence that followed him still clung to the air, it was thick and heavy. And every tick of the clock on the wall sounded too loud, dragging the seconds.

My heart pounded against my ribs, and each beat screamed louder: Don't fail. Don't fail. Don't fail.

Finally, I took a step forward. One, then another. The whispers followed me like shadows, but I kept my eyes on the floor, afraid that if I looked up, my courage would crumble.

Each stride I made towards the office felt like walking deeper into enemy territory. I hadn't even seen him yet, but his presence lingered in the air, it was thick and suffocating. Whoever he was, he had already marked me.

And in the pit of my stomach, I knew nothing about my life was going to stay the same after today