Athan Gray sat at his sleek obsidian desk, his fountain pen gliding smoothly across a high-stakes corporate contract. The final flourish of his signature was just drying when the click of designer heels interrupted the silence of his office.
Expecting to see Rachel Stewart walk through the door, Athan lifted his head. But the moment his gaze locked onto the intruder, his breath hitched in immediate disapproval. The woman standing before him was not Rachel.
His sharp brows instantly furrowed. The atmospheric temperature in the room seemed to plunge as his voice dropped into a register laced with cold impatience.
"Who are you?"
Chloe, meanwhile, had been brimming with breathless excitement all morning at the mere prospect of finally meeting the legendary Athan Gray in person. But the sec
