The sun had barely risen over Los Angeles when Alexander Knight strode into the sleek, glass-encased headquarters of Knight Enterprises. The city was alive, but inside his domain, everything operated like a well-oiled machine—silent, efficient, and devoid of chaos. Just the way he liked it.
Dressed in a tailored black suit that fit his tall, athletic frame to perfection, Alex exuded power with every step. Employees straightened when they saw him, murmured greetings that he barely acknowledged, and some even held their breath as he passed. His presence was a force of nature—cold, calculated, and unshakable.
As he approached the executive floor, his assistant, Rachel, hurried to match his long strides. "Your 8 a.m. meeting with the board is confirmed, sir. Mr. Reynolds from the London branch has requested a video call at ten, and the legal department needs your approval on the Parker acquisition contract before noon."
Alexander didn't slow his pace. "Schedule Reynolds for nine. Have legal send the contract to my office in twenty minutes."
Rachel nodded, tapping on her tablet as she followed him into his private elevator.
As the doors slid shut, she hesitated before speaking again. "Sir, there's also the matter of your new personal assistant."
Alexander's jaw ticked. "Find someone competent."
Rachel hesitated. "We've been through five candidates in two months."
His lips pressed into a thin line. "Because none of them were competent."
Rachel sighed but wisely didn't argue. Finding an assistant who could keep up with Alexander Knight was proving to be an impossible task. He was a perfectionist, a man who demanded absolute efficiency, and anyone who fell short was promptly dismissed.
"The latest candidate will be arriving for an interview today," she continued. "Should I handle it?"
"No," Alex said curtly. "Send them to my office when they arrive. I'll decide for myself."
Rachel didn't argue, but internally, she pitied the poor soul about to face the Ice King of the corporate world.
The elevator doors opened to the top floor—Alexander's domain.
His office was massive, an expanse of black marble and glass, with a floor-to-ceiling view of downtown Los Angeles. Everything was meticulously arranged, not a paper out of place.
He took his seat at the sleek mahogany desk, already immersing himself in work. The rest of the world faded into the background—exactly how he preferred it.
At least, until a certain disaster-prone woman stormed into his life.
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Elsewhere in Los Angeles…
Lily Carter sprinted down the sidewalk, barely avoiding colliding with a man carrying a stack of folders. Her long brown hair was a windblown mess, her blouse slightly wrinkled from the chaotic morning she'd had, and the strap of her purse was dangerously close to snapping.
"I am so late," she muttered under her breath.
Her morning had been a disaster. She had woken up to find her alarm had died sometime in the night, thanks to a power outage in her tiny apartment. Her coffee machine refused to cooperate, her only pair of work-appropriate heels had mysteriously vanished, and just when she thought things couldn't get worse, she had spilled orange juice on her resume.
Now, she was speed-walking—half-jogging, really—toward the most important job interview of her life.
Knight Enterprises was a big deal. Everyone knew about Alexander Knight—the brilliant but notoriously cold CEO. He was the kind of man people whispered about, a figure both feared and admired in the business world. And she, Lily Carter, was about to step into his world.
If she didn't die of nervousness first.
She skidded to a stop outside the grand Knight Enterprises building, staring up at its towering glass façade.
"Okay, Lily, deep breaths. You've got this."
With a determined nod, she marched inside—completely unaware that her life was about to turn into an absolute whirlwind of chaos and corporate warfare.