Chapter Two: Sparks at the Gala
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Emily spent most of the evening trying to avoid Alexander Kingston.
Unfortunately, that proved impossible.
The charity gala was one of the most prestigious events in London. Politicians, celebrities, business executives, and socialites filled the ballroom. Crystal chandeliers illuminated the hall, casting golden light across polished marble floors.
Emily felt completely out of place.
As one of the temporary staff members, her responsibility was simple: assist guests and ensure everything ran smoothly.
She intended to finish her shift quietly and return home.
Fate had other plans.
Near the end of the evening, Emily was carrying a tray of drinks when she heard a familiar voice behind her.
"You again."
She stopped.
Slowly turning around, she found Alexander standing there.
His dark eyes narrowed slightly.
Emily sighed.
"Unfortunately."
One corner of Alexander's mouth twitched.
"Unfortunately?"
"I was hoping never to see you again."
His eyebrow lifted.
"Most people are thrilled to meet me."
"That's because most people don't know how arrogant you are."
For a second, silence settled between them.
Then, to Emily's surprise, Alexander laughed.
It wasn't a loud laugh.
More like a brief c***k in the wall he had built around himself.
"You have a habit of insulting billionaires."
"You have a habit of acting like the world belongs to you."
Alexander folded his arms.
"In many ways, it does."
Emily rolled her eyes.
"There it is."
"What?"
"The arrogance."
For reasons neither understood, neither walked away.
Instead, they stood there exchanging sharp remarks while guests moved around them.
For the first time in years, Alexander found himself genuinely interested in a conversation.
Most people either feared him or wanted something from him.
Emily wanted neither.
She challenged him.
And that intrigued him.
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Later that evening, disaster struck.
One of the event coordinators suddenly became ill.
The charity presentation scheduled for the night was thrown into confusion.
Staff members rushed around frantically.
Emily happened to be nearby when one of the organizers approached her.
"Can you help us?"
She blinked.
"Help with what?"
"The guest registration reports."
Before she could answer, another voice interrupted.
"She'll assist me."
Emily turned.
Alexander.
Again.
Her expression immediately darkened.
"I don't remember agreeing."
"You haven't heard the task yet."
"I don't care what the task is."
The organizer looked helpless.
"We really need the help."
Emily hesitated.
The extra hours meant extra pay.
And extra pay meant helping her mother.
Reluctantly, she nodded.
"Fine."
Alexander smirked.
Emily immediately regretted agreeing.
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They spent the next two hours reviewing guest records in a private conference room connected to the ballroom.
The atmosphere was tense from the beginning.
Alexander worked efficiently.
Emily worked stubbornly.
Neither seemed willing to admit the other was competent.
At one point, Alexander glanced at her notes.
"Your calculations are wrong."
Emily immediately grabbed the paper.
"They're not."
"They are."
"They aren't."
Alexander reached for a calculator.
Several moments later, he stared at the result.
Emily crossed her arms.
"Well?"
He looked annoyed.
"You were right."
"I know."
The confidence in her voice irritated him.
Oddly enough, it also impressed him.
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As the evening continued, their conversation gradually shifted.
Alexander learned that Emily worked multiple jobs.
He learned about her mother's illness.
He learned that despite her struggles, she refused to accept pity.
Emily learned that Alexander rarely trusted people.
She learned he spent most of his life working.
She learned that behind his cold exterior was a man carrying enormous pressure.
Neither intended to reveal so much.
Yet somehow they did.
By midnight, the ballroom had nearly emptied.
The rain outside had finally stopped.
Emily gathered her belongings.
"I should go."
Alexander stood as well.
For a moment, neither spoke.
Then he surprised himself.
"Would you like me to drive you home?"
Emily stared at him.
"No."
The answer came instantly.
Alexander frowned.
"You don't even need to think about it?"
"No."
"Why?"
"Because accepting favors from you sounds dangerous."
To his annoyance, he found himself smiling again.
"You think I'm dangerous?"
"I think you're trouble."
Their eyes met.
For a brief moment, something shifted between them.
The tension was still there.
The arguments were still there.
But now something else existed as well.
Curiosity.
Neither wanted to admit it.
Neither wanted to acknowledge it.
Yet both felt it.
As Emily walked toward the exit, Alexander found himself watching her leave once again.
And for the second time, he couldn't stop thinking about her.
Outside, Emily stepped into the cool London air.
She told herself that Alexander Kingston was arrogant, frustrating, and completely impossible.
So why couldn't she stop thinking about him either
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