The CEO’s Curse

The building loomed like a monument to secrets, glass, steel, and silence. Voss Industries wasn’t just a tech empire. It was the last place her sister had ever been seen. Aria Blake stepped through the revolving doors, her heels clicking against the polished marble. Her heart beat like a war drum beneath her blazer, but her face stayed calm. She’d practiced that look in the mirror for weeks, composed, unreadable, untouchable. The receptionist barely glanced up. “Name?” “Aria Blake. New hire.” A badge slid across the desk. No smile. Not welcome. Just a silent invitation into the unknown. The elevator ride to the executive floor felt like a descent, not a climb. Her fingers brushed the locket at her neck, her sister’s. Cold metal. Warm memories. A promise. When the doors opened, he was there. Damian Voss. Tall. Impossibly still. Eyes like a storm held back by sheer will. “You’re early,” he said, his voice smooth but sharp. “I don’t waste time,” she replied. Their eyes locked. Something shifted in the air: curiosity, tension, maybe danger. He turned without a word, expecting her to follow. She did. But not because she trusted him. She was here to find the truth. Even if it destroyed her.