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2026-01-12 04:14:10Maya Blake gripped the cheap coffee cup like it was a lifeline. Her mother’s nurse had called again, saying her temperature was rising and the doctor wanted to see her.
One dollar fifty for a cup of coffee still felt too much but she needed something warm to hold. The lobby of Holt Industries felt like a different world. The marble floors reflected the harsh fluorescent lights and the quiet hum of elevators made the building feel alive in a way that terrified her.
A security guard appeared beside her. Marcus, his name tag read. He looked at her like she was about to make a fatal mistake. You need a card for the elevators, he said, pulling one from his pocket. Maya nodded, her hands shaking as she accepted it. Something about the way he said her name made her stomach twist.
He nodded toward a set of black, separate elevators across the lobby. Never use those, he warned. That one goes straight to the top. He finds you there.
Maya froze, the words hanging in the air. She had read the stories in the office forums, whispered warnings from interns who didn’t last a week. She had tried to prepare herself for her first day, but nothing had prepared her for this.
Her phone buzzed and she flinched. It was her mother’s nurse again. Temp at 102, she typed automatically, I’m working I’ll be there soon.
Her fingers trembled, her heart hammering. She looked up and collided with what she thought was a wall. The coffee she held flew from her hands and arced through the air, landing on someone’s pristine gray suit.
The man in front of her didn’t flinch. He just stared, the dark liquid slowly soaking into the fabric of his shirt. His eyes were cold gray, sharp like ice. Every angle of his face screamed control and danger.
Maya wanted to shrink into herself, to apologize, to fix everything, but her body refused. She grabbed napkins, her hands shaking, unable to speak.
Don’t, he said, his voice cutting through the lobby like ice. The word froze her. Everyone else seemed to vanish, leaving just the two of them in a silent world.
Maya realized she knew exactly who he was. Adrian Holt. The man who fired people without looking up, the one whose name made employees whisper in fear. Her heart sank as Marcus stammered, Sir, she’s new. She didn’t know.
Adrian’s eyes never left her face. Maya Blake. Accounting intern. Her stomach dropped through the floor. She had read the stories seen the fear in other employees, and now she stood here, soaked coffee dripping from her hair and clothes, and he was looking at her as if she mattered.
She should have been terrified, but instead she felt exposed. He tilted his head slightly, curious like he was studying a puzzle.
I know everyone’s name, he said. No, not everyone. Just yours. Maya swallowed hard, her mouth dry. Why haven’t I been fired yet then, she whispered, her voice small and unsteady. I haven’t decided he said finally.
The air between them felt too thick to breathe. He stepped back just enough for her to move, giving a quiet command. Go before you’re late.
Maya’s legs finally obeyed, she stumbled toward the elevators still shaking from the encounter. Marcus appeared at her side, worried lines deepening on his face. Are you okay, he asked. She shook her head, trying to catch her breath. I don’t know what just happened, she said honestly.
Marcus shook his head, warning her to be careful. Mr. Holt doesn’t smile, doesn’t cancel meetings, and certainly doesn’t let coffee spill on him without reacting.
Her phone buzzed again. This time it wasn’t her mother’s nurse. It was an unknown number. You’re late to orientation, Miss Blake. Twice today you’ve disappointed me. Try not to make it three, Adrian Holt.
Maya’s blood turned to ice. How did he get her number, and how did he even know she was late? Elena, the tall blonde who appeared moments later, asked if everything was okay. Maya forced a smile, pretending, yes, just nervous.
Elena lifted her arm through Maya’s, guiding her through the crowded, chaotic third floor. Desks were crammed together, phones rang endlessly, people rushed past carrying stacks of files, faces tight with stress.
Let me give you the rules, Elena said with a sly smile. Rule one: never go to the top floor. Who, Maya asked. Adrian Holt, Elena whispered like saying his name could summon him. He is impossible to miss. Six-foot-something, sharp gray eyes, a permanent storm behind his gaze. Total nightmare, she added quietly.
Maya’s heart pounded as they walked past coworkers who barely noticed them, too absorbed in their own stress. She couldn’t stop thinking about the gray eyes, the way they had looked straight through her. What did he see, and why did it feel like he saw right into her soul?
Every step toward the accounting department made her pulse faster. She was here to survive, to earn a paycheck to help her mother, but now she felt like she had stepped into a world she might never escape.
Her orientation began in a room filled with new interns. Maya tried to focus, but her mind kept drifting back to Adrian. She thought of the coffee, the eyes, the way her name had sounded when he said it.
Marcus tried to reassure her, saying she would learn the rules soon enough, but Maya felt the weight of something she couldn’t name. She had survived hardship before, but this was different. This was a battle she didn’t understand yet.
The hours passed slowly. Maya learned the software, the filing systems, the tedious details of numbers and reports. Every time her phone buzzed she flinched, half-expecting it to be Adrian again. The other interns whispered, sharing rumors about the CEO, about how no one lasted more than a week if he noticed them.
Maya kept her head down, determined to survive, but part of her wanted to see him again, to understand the man who had frozen her in place just hours ago.
By mid-afternoon, she was exhausted, her head spinning from orientation and fear. Elena appeared again, offering a coffee break, her arm brushing Maya’s in a casual gesture of friendship. It felt good, human, and Maya let herself relax for just a moment. But then her phone buzzed again, and her stomach dropped.
You’re late again, Miss Blake, the message read. She didn’t respond, her hands shaking as she looked up. Adrian Holt.
Maya couldn’t stop thinking about what he wanted, why he cared. She didn’t understand the rules of this place, the power he held, or the danger she felt standing even near him.
The top floor was a place she wasn’t allowed, but now she knew she had already crossed invisible lines. She felt the weight of every whispered rumor, every warning Marcus had given, and the coffee still soaking her clothes.
Maya walked past the elevators again, her eyes catching the black doors that led straight to the top floor. She paused, imagining the man waiting inside, sharp gray eyes following her every move.
What did he see when he looked at her, and why did it make her feel exposed and alive all at once? She had come here for a paycheck, for survival, and yet now she wondered if she could ever walk away.
Her phone buzzed one last time. This time it was different. A simple message: Welcome to Holt Industries. The words felt like a challenge and a warning at the same time. Maya froze, her chest tight, staring at the elevator doors she knew she wasn’t supposed to use.
She wanted to run, to hide, to escape back to the world where her life was simple and predictable. But she couldn’t. Something about those gray eyes had marked her, and she didn’t know if she would ever be the same.
Marcus appeared beside her again, his expression grave. Are you sure you’re ready for this place, he asked softly. Maya swallowed, nodding even though her heart screamed no. She had to be ready. There was no other choice. The top floor called to her in silence, and she knew this was just the beginning.
The man who had broken her morning with one look, one step, one word, was already woven into her life. She didn’t yet know how dangerous that could be, and she didn’t yet know how impossible it would be to stay away.
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