Mia stood frozen, gripping the form so tightly her fingers ached. She had rehearsed this conversation a hundred times in her head, convinced she was ready. But now, standing here in front of Xiang, made her feel uneasy.
Xiang was not the kind of man who welcomed deviation from his carefully laid plans—he thrived on control. And she was about to disrupt that.
His voice cut through her thoughts. “I don’t have all day, Mia. Speak.”
Her heart pounded, but she forced herself to meet his gaze. “I need to talk to you about my position.” She stepped forward, setting the form on his desk.
Xiang picked it up with a quick flick of his wrist and stared at it, frowning. “What is this?”
“It’s a job application—for a personal assistant,” Mia replied briskly. “A friend of Zac’s gave it to me.”
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