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Morning sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of Knight Enterprises, bouncing off polished marble and chrome like the place had been designed by someone who hated fingerprints. The office buzzed faintly—keyboards clacking, phones ringing, the quiet hum of ambition mixed with caffeine and fear.Lily Carter stood at her desk with her phone pressed to her ear, whispering frantically.“Yes, twenty sandwiches. No, not all tuna. Half turkey, half veggie, and—what do you mean you’re out of veggie?!” She pressed her palm to her forehead. “Okay, fine, swap them for chicken. No—wait. We’ve got vegetarians here. Do you have hummus wraps? Yes? Perfect. Add those. And don’t forget the salad bowls—large ones, not those tiny side ones. People actually eat, you know!”She hung up, exhaling like she’d just negotiated a peace treaty.Melissa, the receptionist, strolled by, sipping her iced coffee like she owned the building. “You’re whisper-yelling again.”“I’m not whisper-yellin

The atmosphere in Knight Enterprises was electric with tension. Phones rang without pause, printers whirred like overworked machines in a factory, and the buzz of conversation carried an edge of panic.Lily Carter stood in the middle of it all, clutching a folder that might as well have been ticking like a bomb.“This can’t be happening,” she whispered to herself.But it was.At precisely 5:47 p.m., Alexander Knight had strode out of his office, eyes sharp, voice even sharper.“Investor report,” he’d said curtly, dropping a stack of papers onto her desk. “Revised. Tonight.”“Tonight?!” she’d squeaked, staring at the intimidating pile of charts, projections, and enough numbers to make her cry. “As in… tonight tonight?”His expression hadn’t flickered. “Yes. The presentation is tomorrow morning at nine.”“But—it’s almost six now! This is, like, an all-nighter’s worth of work!”“Then I suggest you don’t waste time panicking,” he’d replied smoothly, already walking back into his office.A

The day after the lobby encounter, Lily came into the office with her head down and her stomach in knots. She barely managed a wave at Melissa before bee-lining to her desk.She could still hear Sebastian’s words in her head. Alex is dangerous to be close to. She hated that it lingered, gnawing at her, even when she tried to brush it off.But what made it worse was Alex’s reaction. He had barely looked at her after dragging her away from Sebastian. His expression had been unreadable, his tone like frost. Stay away from him.She sighed, dropping into her chair. “Great. Another day in the ice palace.”Inside his office, Alex Knight wasn’t faring much better.His pen tapped against the desk, an uncharacteristic tic betraying his mood. His mind was replaying the image of Sebastian leaning too close, the smug curve of his smile, the way Lily had looked uncertain, even shaken.His jaw clenched. He didn’t blame her—she didn’t know Sebastian’s games, didn’t understand how dangerous he really

The day started like any other: endless emails, ringing phones, Lily running around the office with a coffee in one hand and three folders in the other. She was just about to sit at her desk when Alex’s voice cut across the room.“Miss Carter. My office.”Melissa gave her a look. “Uh-oh. What did you break this time?”Lily groaned. “Probably his will to live.”She straightened her blouse, forced on her brightest smile, and marched into the lion’s den.Alex was already behind his desk, his laptop open, the morning light cutting across his sharp features. He didn’t look up as he spoke.“There’s an overseas investor arriving tomorrow,” he said. “A critical deal for the company. You’ll be preparing the presentation.”Lily blinked. “I’m sorry—what?”Now he looked up, his gaze like ice. “Did I stutter?”Her stomach flipped. “You mean me. As in… me me? Not the army of professionals who’ve been doing this for years?”“You

Alexander Knight’s voice was maddeningly calm, as if he hadn’t just detonated a bomb in her life.“You’ll handle part of the presentation tomorrow.”Lily Carter nearly dropped the files she was carrying. She spun toward him, eyes wide. “Wait. Me? Present? To… people?”His gaze flicked up from his laptop, impassive. “Investors. Mr. Chen. From Singapore.”She clutched the folder like it might shield her from a firing squad. “Mr. Chen? As in the Mr. Chen? The one people say eats CEOs for breakfast and interns for snacks?”Alex’s brow arched ever so slightly, the only sign of amusement. “Colorful exaggeration. He doesn’t eat interns.”“Good to know,” Lily muttered, pacing in front of his desk. “So I’ll just die of humiliation instead. Perfect. Love that journey for me.”She tried sarcasm to hide the panic rising like lava in her chest. She had been in dozens of meetings, yes, but always in the background—scribbling notes, fetching files, spilling coffee on multimillion-dollar contracts. S