Riya Sen stood nervously in front of the tall glass building.
"This is my last chance…" she whispered.
She adjusted her simple dress and walked inside.
The office was luxurious—marble floors, expensive decor, and people rushing everywhere.
"Interview for assistant position?" the receptionist asked.
"Yes…" Riya nodded.
"Room 305."
Her heart was beating fast.
As she entered the room, she froze.
A tall, handsome man sat behind the desk, his cold eyes fixed on her.
Arjun Mehra. CEO.
"Late." His voice was sharp.
Riya clenched her fists. "Sir, I'm only 2 minutes late."
"I don't tolerate excuses."
His attitude irritated her.
"Then maybe you should also learn basic respect," she replied before she could stop herself.
Silence filled the room.
Arjun slowly stood up.
No one had ever spoken to him like that.
"Interesting…" he smirked.
Riya realized what she had just done.
"Oh no…"
Her dream job was already slipping away.
But little did she know—
This was just the beginning of a dangerous game.