Eleanor's POV
The walk back to my office felt longer than the entire hallway. The air was thick with silent scrutiny.
I could feel eyes on me, dozens of them, boring into my back.
But every time I glanced up, every single coworker was meticulously focused on their screen, their posture a perfect picture of dedicated concentration.
I finally reached the sanctuary of my glass-walled office and closed the door, leaning against it for a moment as I let out a shaky breath I realized I'd been holding.
My mind was reeling. How had my life just flipped upside down in the span of ten minutes?
I was going to be the personal assistant to the K-Trio. The CEOs. The most powerful, elusive, and terrifying men in the country.
And I had no choice. None at all.
if I refused, I wouldn't just lose this job; I'd be blacklisted from the entire industry. The Vexxon Corporation wasn't just a company; it was the engine of the nation's economy.
