Amara Daniels was supposed to be a temporary, brilliant strategist whom the board hired after reviewing some candidates. She came with great recommendations, and we have seen her previous projects.
I was not even part of the hiring process; she was just a useful asset to me on paper but meeting her was different. I was stunned by her beauty and wit, which was sharp enough to challenge me from the first meeting and even during the planning stages; she is stubborn enough not to crumble beneath pressure.
I know many executives who crumble when I focus my attention on them. Instead, she’d somehow become the first thing I thought about in the morning and the last thing haunting me before sleep.
Dangerous. A soft knock interrupted my thoughts.
I turned slightly. My assistant, Nora, stood a f
