Kelly's POV
I immediately froze, as the name hung in the air like a heavy stone and the world outside the conference room dissolved into a distant hum. Michael Donovan, was the man from the club, the man from the hotel room.
The man whose name I had tried and failed to whisper in my dreams was now sitting in front of me as the head of the company where I was desperately trying to get a job.
He didn't even acknowledge that he recognized or knew me, not even with his eyes, which seem to be blank now, not with a single gesture. His expression was cold, professional, and completely unreadable.
But he met my gaze head on, and his dark eyes showed no hint of recognition, no flicker of familiarity. It was as if he had never seen me before, and that, more than anything, was the most humilia
