Later that day, Ariana sat at her desk, her brows furrowed in concentration as she flipped through the files that had been stacked on her desk earlier that morning. Vincent’s schedule was a maze of meetings, calls, and follow-ups, each to be handled with precision. She wanted to make sure not a single mistake slipped through. After her awful first day at work, he had decided to prove herself to Vincent and give no room for doubts.
As she flipped through one of the documents, her fingers unconsciously brushed over his name written in neat cursive at the top of the page. Vincent Blackthorn, CEO.
She couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at her lips. Working under him wasn’t easy; it was a constant battle between anxiety and admiration. He was intimidating, impossibly calm, and cold to
