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Claire led Evan down the quiet hallway before stopping outside a pair of imposing walnut doors.
She turned to him with an encouraging smile.
“Ready?”
Evan let out a quiet breath.
“As I’ll ever be.”
She knocked twice.
A familiar voice answered from inside.
“Come in.”
Claire pushed the door open.
“Mr. Wright, your ten o’clock is here.”
Without looking up from the document in front of him, Adrian replied,
“Thank you, Claire.”
She gave Evan one last reassuring smile before quietly closing the door behind him.
The soft click echoed through the office.
For a moment, Evan simply stood there.
The room was breathtaking.
Minimalist.
Elegant.
Everything about it reflected precision.
Dark walnut floors stretched beneath carefully selected furnishings. A sleek black desk occupied the centre of the room, free from unnecessary clutter. Behind it, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city skyline, the morning sun spilling across the office and reflecting against the glass buildings beyond.
One wall displayed framed architectural renderings of luxury hotels owned by Wright Hospitality Group.
Another held shelves lined with business awards and industry recognitions.
There was no excess.
Everything had a purpose.
Everything belonged.
Even the silence.
Evan’s attention drifted back to the man seated behind the desk.
Adrian Wright hadn’t looked up once.
His sleeves were rolled neatly to his forearms, revealing a silver watch that caught the morning light as he signed another page with deliberate strokes of his pen.
A tailored black suit jacket rested neatly over the back of his chair, leaving him in a fitted black shirt with the top button undone.
Despite the simplicity of his appearance, there was something undeniably commanding about him.
Not loud.
Not intimidating by effort.
Simply… impossible to ignore.
A few more seconds passed before Adrian placed the document aside.
Only then did he lift his head.
Steel-gray eyes met Evan’s.
Sharp.
Observant.
Unreadable.
They studied each other in silence.
Adrian was the first to speak.
“Mr. Hayes.”
“Mr. Wright.”
A brief nod.
“Take a seat.”
Evan walked forward and sat across from him, placing his briefcase beside the chair.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Adrian looked down at the file in front of him.
“Evan Hayes.”
The way he said the name made it sound like he was testing it.
“Yes.”
“Three years as executive assistant to Daniel Lawson.”
“That’s correct.”
“You managed schedules, coordinated meetings, handled confidential documents, and acted as the primary point of communication between him and his company.”
“Yes.”
Adrian looked up.
“Why did you leave?”
Evan remained calm.
“I didn’t.”
A slight pause.
Adrian’s expression didn’t change.
“Explain.”
“The company merged with another corporation. The new management restructured several departments, including the executive office. My position was eliminated.”
“Convenient answer.”
Evan raised his eyebrows slightly.
“It happens to be the truthful one.”
Silence.
Most people would have rushed to fill it.
Evan didn’t.
Adrian studied him carefully.
Interesting.
“You aren’t nervous.”
“I am.”
That seemed to catch Adrian’s attention.
“But you’re hiding it well.”
“No,” Evan replied. “I’m just not letting it affect my answers.”
For the first time, something unreadable flickered in Adrian’s expression.
Not approval.
Not quite.
But interest.
He glanced back at the résumé.
“Tell me something that’s not on your résumé.”
Evan blinked.
It wasn’t the question he expected.
“Something that’s not on my résumé?”
“Yes.”
He considered the question.
“I make excellent pancakes.”
The silence that followed was immediate.
Evan wondered if that had been the wrong answer.
Adrian stared at him.
“How is that relevant to this position?”
“It isn’t.”
Another pause.
“But you asked for something that wasn’t on my résumé.”
For a brief second, Evan thought he saw the smallest shift in Adrian’s expression.
Almost a smile.
Almost.
Then it disappeared.
How do I know you are capable and won’t run at the first chance of hard work?
Evan didn’t take time to reply,
I have done this before,I’m a hard worker ,I won’t be running anytime soon .
Adrian leaned back in his chair.
“Interesting.”
Evan wasn’t sure if that was a compliment or a warning.
With Adrian Wright, he suspected it could be both.
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