Episode 8 – The First Day
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Elena's POV
My alarm rang at 5:30 A.M.
Unlike every other morning...
I didn't hit snooze.
Today was my first day at Knight Global Holdings.
The first step toward the future I'd been praying for.
After getting ready, I touched Mom's feet for blessings before hugging Ethan.
"Don't worry," I smiled, smoothing down his unruly curls.
"Soon you'll be complaining about college assignments instead of tuition fees."
He laughed, though his eyes held a rare warmth.
"I already complain, El. But yeah. Go get 'em."
Mom gently fixed the collar of my crisp white shirt, her fingers lingering on the fabric.
"I'm proud of you, Elena."
"Make us proud."
"I will," I whispered, holding onto that warmth as I walked out the door.
By 8:20 A.M., I stood outside the towering glass-and-steel headquarters with my employee ID hanging around my neck.
The building looked just as intimidating as yesterday.
Maybe even more.
The sheer height of it seemed to pierce the morning clouds, reflecting the hustle of the city below.
Taking a deep breath, I walked through the sliding glass doors.
The receptionist greeted me with a warm smile that instantly eased a fraction of my nerves.
"Good morning, Ms. Carter."
"Mr. Hayes is expecting you."
"Thank you," I said, my voice steady despite the flutter in my chest.
A minute later...
The elevator doors opened on the top floor.
"There she is!"
Parker walked toward me carrying two steaming coffee cups.
"Congratulations."
"You officially work for the toughest boss in the country."
I smiled, stepping out onto the plush carpet.
"Good morning."
He handed me one cup, the rich aroma of vanilla and roasted beans drifting upward.
"Welcome to your first day."
"Thank you, Parker. I really appreciate this."
As they walked through the executive floor, Parker slowed his pace, his expression turning slightly more serious.
"Rule number one."
"Never be late."
"I won't," I promised, matching his stride.
"Good."
"Because Mr. Knight notices everything. Even a thirty-second delay is an eternity to him."
He took a sip of his coffee before continuing.
"Rule number two."
"Double-check every email before sending."
"Once it's gone..."
"You can't call it back. And if there's a typo, he will find it before you even realize you made it."
She nodded carefully, absorbing every word.
"And rule number three."
He smiled dramatically, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper.
"If the boss says, 'We'll discuss this later'..."
He paused, letting the silence hang.
"...pray."
Elena laughed, the tension leaving her shoulders.
"Is he really that scary?"
Parker looked toward the heavy, frosted-glass double doors of the CEO's office.
"I've worked with him for six years."
"I still get nervous when he looks at me with those eyes."
The executive floor slowly filled with employees, the quiet morning air beginning to buzz with the sound of low murmurs and rustling papers.
Parker stopped beside a bustling cubicle group.
"Everyone."
"This is Elena Carter."
"Our new Executive Assistant."
A cheerful woman with bright eyes and a colorful lanyard stepped forward first.
"I'm Mia."
"Human Resources."
"If Parker scares you with his rules..."
"Come to me. I have the good snacks."
"I don't scare people!" Parker protested, throwing his hands up in mock defense.
The entire group laughed, the camaraderie instantaneous.
Next came a tall man wearing thick-rimmed glasses, holding a massive stack of folders.
"Daniel."
"Finance."
"If you need budget approvals, send them early."
"Otherwise I'll disappear into spreadsheets and you won't see me until next quarter."
Another woman smiled warmly, leaning against the edge of a desk.
"I'm Sophie."
"Corporate Communications."
"We'll probably work together often. Welcome aboard, Elena."
One after another...
Everyone welcomed Elena kindly.
Within minutes...
She began remembering names and departments, writing them down mentally.
The heavy nervousness she'd carried all morning slowly faded into excitement.
Maybe this wouldn't be so terrifying after all.
Until...
The elevator doors opened with a soft, distinct chime.
Silence spread across the entire executive floor like a sudden winter chill.
Conversations stopped instantly mid-sentence.
Keyboards became the only sound, a frantic rhythm against the quiet.
Employees straightened their posture, eyes darting downward toward their screens.
Elena looked toward the entrance, caught off guard by the sudden shift in the room's gravity.
Asher Knight.
He walked through the office wearing a perfectly tailored black suit that fit him like it had been designed exclusively for him, accentuating his broad shoulders and commanding height.
His expensive silver watch caught the morning light, gleaming coldly.
Every step carried absolute confidence.
Authority.
Power.
He acknowledged no one beyond a brief, barely perceptible nod.
Yet everyone respected him enough—or feared him enough—to move aside automatically, clearing his path before he even reached them.
Parker leaned toward Elena, his lips barely moving.
"...See?"
She whispered back, her eyes tracking the imposing figure.
"I understand now."
Asher entered his office without saying a word, the heavy wooden door closing behind him.
Only after the glass door clicked shut did the office breathe again.
A collective exhale seemed to sweep across the floor.
Ten minutes later...
Parker looked at Elena, checking his own watch.
"Ready to face the lion?"
"I think so," I said, clutching my notebook tightly against my chest.
He knocked once, a sharp, precise rap.
"Come in."
The deep, baritone voice came from inside, sending a strange shiver down my spine.
Parker opened the door, stepping inside with practiced ease.
"Good morning, boss."
Asher looked up from his laptop.
His sharp, piercing gray eyes landed on Elena for only a second, assessing her instantly, before returning to the glowing screen.
"You're on time."
"Yes, sir," I managed to say, keeping my voice as professional as possible.
"Good."
He closed one thick leather file with a soft thud.
"You'll receive today's schedule from Parker."
"I expect every meeting to begin exactly on time."
"No mistakes."
"No delays."
"No excuses."
"Understood?"
"Yes, sir," I replied, holding his gaze even as every instinct told me to look away.
"If you don't know something..."
He looked directly into her eyes, his gaze locking onto hers with an intensity that felt almost physical.
"Ask."
"Guessing wastes time. And time is the one luxury I do not possess."
"I understand."
He gave one short, decisive nod.
"You may begin."
The meeting was over.
Just like that.
Outside the office...
Elena finally exhaled, feeling the air rush back into her lungs.
Parker laughed quietly, guiding her back toward her desk.
"You've officially survived your first conversation."
"I don't think I breathed in there," I confessed, leaning slightly against the desk.
"Nobody does the first time," Parker smiled, handing her a thick binder. "Don't worry, you'll get used to the lack of oxygen."
The rest of the morning passed quickly, dissolving into a whirlwind of data, names, and strict protocols.
Parker patiently explained everything, leaving no detail unturned.
How to organize Mr. Knight's calendar by color-coded priority.
How he preferred confidential files arranged—alphabetically, with the current quarter facing forward.
How international meetings required multiple time-zone confirmations to ensure no overlap.
How every presentation had to be printed in high-resolution, digitally stored on the secure server, and backed up on an encrypted flash drive.
How the CEO disliked unnecessary interruptions, preferring a detailed summary at the end of the day over constant questions.
"And most importantly," Parker said, tapping the desk for emphasis. "He drinks black coffee."
"No sugar."
"No cream."
"Every morning at exactly nine."
Elena blinked, looking at her watch.
"You know the exact time?"
"I've worked with him long enough to know his internal clock is synchronized with the atomic clock in Colorado," Parker shrugged with a grin.
"His schedule is more predictable than sunrise."
She laughed, writing it down.
"I'll need a notebook just for him."
"I already have three," Parker joked, pointing to a drawer. "And you're welcome to borrow them."
Just before lunch...
Elena was organizing the quarterly reports when a sharp, clear voice came through the office intercom, breaking her concentration.
"Ms. Carter."
She immediately stood up straight, pressing the button.
"Yes, Mr. Knight?"
"Conference Room A."
"Two minutes."
"Yes, sir."
She grabbed the required files, double-checking the labels, and hurried toward the large conference room at the end of the hall.
Her heart hammered against her ribs as she walked, but she forced herself to maintain a steady, professional pace.
She arrived, stepping through the door with thirty seconds to spare.
Asher was already seated at the head of the long mahogany table, reviewing a document.
He glanced at the digital clock on the wall.
Then at her.
"Early."
"Good."
It wasn't exactly praise.
It was delivered with the same cold, detached efficiency he used for everything else.
But somehow...
In the quiet of the high-stakes corporate world, it felt like the closest thing to a compliment he had ever given anyone.
And for reasons she couldn't entirely explain, a small spark of pride lit up in her chest.
That single word made her smile as she neatly placed the files in front of him.
Unfortunately...
Neither Elena nor the rest of the company knew the dark truth lurking beneath the corporate perfection.
They didn't know that once the sun set over the city skyline...
The disciplined, meticulous billionaire CEO would leave behind his tailored three-piece suit.
He would trade the gold watch and the boardroom for leather, steel, and shadows.
And become the ruthless, unyielding king of the city's deadliest biker gang, ruling the criminal underworld with the exact same terrifying precision he used to rule the corporate world.
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