Chapter 3 — Face To Face Again

The next morning, my alarm rang earlier than usual.

I barely slept.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the same things over and over again — the pregnancy test… the news about Alexander King… and the mysterious interview invitation from King Enterprises.

It all felt too strange to be a coincidence.

Still, curiosity pushed me out of bed.

An hour later, I stood in front of a massive glass building in the center of the city.

The bold silver letters at the top of the building read:

KING ENTERPRISES

My stomach twisted nervously.

This place looked far too expensive for someone like me.

Businessmen in expensive suits walked confidently in and out of the building while luxury cars stopped at the entrance.

For a moment, I considered turning around and leaving.

But then my hand moved unconsciously to my stomach.

I wasn’t just thinking about myself anymore.

Taking a deep breath, I walked inside.

The lobby was even more impressive than the outside.

White marble floors.

Crystal lights hanging from the ceiling.

And a long reception desk where a woman sat typing on her computer.

I walked toward her slowly.

“Hello,” I said nervously. “I’m Emily Carter. I received an email about an interview today.”

The receptionist looked up at me with a polite smile.

“Yes, Miss Carter. We’ve been expecting you.”

My heart skipped slightly.

Expecting me?

She picked up the phone and spoke quietly for a moment before hanging up again.

“You can go up now. The elevator on the right will take you to the top floor.”

“The top floor?” I repeated.

She nodded.

“Yes. The CEO’s office.”

My breath caught.

CEO?

There was only one person that could be.

Alexander King.

My palms began to sweat as I walked toward the elevator.

The doors closed softly behind me, and the elevator started rising.

Each passing floor made my heart beat faster.

By the time the elevator reached the top floor, my nerves were completely out of control.

The doors slid open.

A quiet hallway stretched in front of me, with large glass walls overlooking the city.

At the end of the hallway was a single door.

I slowly walked toward it.

My hand trembled slightly as I knocked.

“Come in.”

The deep voice from inside sent a chill down my spine.

I pushed the door open.

The office was huge.

But I barely noticed the expensive furniture or the floor-to-ceiling windows.

My eyes were locked on the man standing behind the desk.

Tall.

Sharp suit.

Dark, piercing eyes.

It was him.

Alexander King.

The same man from that unforgettable night.

For a moment, neither of us spoke.

Then his eyes slowly scanned my face as if trying to remember something.

Finally, his gaze hardened slightly.

“Miss Carter,” he said calmly. “Please have a seat.”

I sat down slowly, my heart pounding.

Did he recognize me?

Or had that night meant nothing to him?

Alexander walked around the desk and sat across from me.

His sharp eyes studied me carefully.

Then he said something that made my blood run cold.

“I rarely invite people for interviews personally,” he said.

“Which is why I’m curious…”

He leaned forward slightly.

“Why does my assistant insist that I already know you?”

My heart nearly stopped.

Did he remember that night?

Or was something else going on?

And more importantly…

How was I supposed to tell him that I was carrying his child?