Elena’s POV
Three weeks.
It had been three weeks since I walked through the towering glass doors of Knight Global Holdings, terrified and completely out of my depth.
Every morning had quickly settled into the exact same rigid, high-stakes rhythm. Coffee delivered to his desk at precisely 9:00 A.M.—black, no sugar, steaming hot. Meeting schedules cross-referenced across three different time zones. Conference calls with international partners. Travel bookings verified twice over. Endless streams of high-priority emails. Deadlines that felt impossible until they were somehow met.
Mr. Knight's calendar had become far more familiar to me than my own life. I knew his preferences, his silent gestures, his sharp glare when someone was wasting his time, and his quiet nod of approval when a task
