The glass desk outside the CEO’s suite sat empty.
At 8:15 AM, I wasn't organizing files in the hallway. I was standing in the center of Marcus’s cavernous corner office, a thick financial dossier gripped in my hands. The panoramic windows behind him offered a dizzying view of the city, but the real vertigo came from the man pacing the expanse of the Persian rug.
Marcus had stripped off his suit jacket, tossing it carelessly over the back of a leather armchair. His sleeves were rolled to the elbows. He wasn’t looking at the city. He was looking at me, his silver-gray eyes tracking my posture with the ruthless precision of a sniper.
"Again," Marcus commanded, his deep voice cracking like a whip in the quiet room.
I swallowed hard, forcing my shoulders back. "The King Holdings acquisition
