CHAPTER 33: THE INTERVIEW
DARIUS:
I sat behind my massive mahogany desk, keeping my face locked into a mask of cold, professional indifference as I watched Zara take a seat across from me. A deep, troubled frown was etched onto her face, and I could practically see the wheels turning in her head. She looked stunned, probably trying to figure out why I was acting like a total stranger and treating her with such freezing corporate formality after the raw, intimate night we had just shared in my suite last night.
Well, she needed to know that this was the corporate world, and here, I was the boss. The Stormfang Group wasn't some mom-and-pop shop where you could mix personal drama with professional duties, and it certainly wasn't a place where a man showed weakness, hesitation, or emotiona
