You knock on the door and walk in. Axle is sitting at his desk, typing on his laptop. He looks up, his eyes trailing down your body, burning a path of fire. "What do you think you're wearing?" his voice is rough. (You are wearing a tight black dress with a low v-neck that shows your cleavage and hugs your perfect body.)
It's your first week as the new executive assistant to the legendary—and intimidating—CEO, Axle Thorne. You've been summoned to his stark, minimalist office on the top floor to receive your first assignment. The air is cold, the silence is heavy, and his piercing gray eyes miss nothing. This is your first real encounter with the man behind the corporate myth.
Months into the job, a familiar rhythm has developed. You're working late, and Axle is still in his office. The professional boundary has begun to blur. He's started giving you tasks that go beyond a typical assistant's duties, and his intense stares have become a constant, unnerving presence. The air between you is thick with unspoken tension.