The neon lights of Las Vegas flickered to life as evening slowly approached. Outside one of the city's most exclusive entertainment companies, a sleek black limousine pulled to a smooth stop.
"The CEO is back," Ortega announced loudly.
At once, security personnel and staff hurried outside, forming a respectful line near the entrance. Anticipation hung in the air.
Two bodyguards stepped out first, their movements precise and disciplined. They quickly opened the rear door of the limousine.
For a brief second, nothing happened.Then a polished black designer shoe touched the pavement.
A tall, imposing figure emerged from the vehicle, carrying himself with the effortless confidence of a man who knew his power.
His presence alone seemed to silence the murmurs around him.
He wore fitted blue trousers and a crisp white shirt, the top buttons left open to reveal a glimpse of his sculpted chest.
Dark sunglasses shielded his eyes as he surveyed his surroundings.
With slow elegance, he removed the glasses.
His deep ocean colored gaze swept across the crowd, cold and unreadable.
Women often described his eyes as dangerously attractive, the kind that could make hearts race or shatter them without warning.
He inhaled deeply, as if reclaiming ownership of the city he had left behind years ago.
Ortega stepped forward with a respectful smile.
"Welcome back, CEO Zalexander," he said.
The staff bowed their heads in unison.
"Welcome back, sir!"
Zalexander merely nodded. His expression remained detached, almost bored. Warm greetings meant little to a man who trusted no one.
Ortega hesitated before speaking again. Though they had once been close friends, he knew better than to forget the boundaries of power."Sir…"
Zalexander slid his sunglasses back onto his face and tucked his hands casually into his pockets. Without acknowledging him, he began walking toward the building's grand entrance.
"Are there still beautiful women in this city?" he asked lazily. "I didn't notice any on my way here."
Ortega suppressed a sigh. Zalexander's priorities had clearly not changed.
After four years abroad, he had returned with the same arrogance and dangerous charm.
Inside his luxurious office, Zalexander sank into the extravagant leather couch as if it were a throne. His secretary, Katlin, stood nearby, smiling nervously beneath layers of heavy makeup.
He studied her briefly before speaking."You look older," he said bluntly. "What's with all that makeup?"
Embarrassment flushed her cheeks.
She had spent hours preparing for his return.
"Get me tequila," he ordered indifferently.
As she hurried away, Ortega handed him several documents regarding newly recruited interns.
"I want to interview them myself," He said.
Ortega blinked in surprise.
"Personally?"
A cold glance answered the question.
Minutes later, the first intern entered the office, trembling slightly. Rumors about the CEO's cruelty had spread quickly through the company.
She expected to see a monster.Instead, she saw a man whose sharp features and commanding aura made it difficult to breathe.
Her heart pounded as she introduced herself, realizing that working under Zalexander might be more dangerous and more unforgettable than she had ever imagined.