Ella’s POVThe door closed softly behind me, sealing me inside the chairman’s office.For a moment, I just stood there, my fingers clenched around my tablet, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure it echoed off the walls. Chairman Blackwood sat behind his massive desk, reading glasses perched low on his nose, flipping through a thin file that I knew—without being told—had my name on it.“Sit, Ella,” he said calmly, without looking up.I obeyed, lowering myself into the leather chair opposite him. It was too big, too imposing, but I forced my spine straight. I refused to shrink.He finally looked up at me then, his gaze sharp, assessing, not unkind—but not gentle either.“I told you I would test you,” he said. “Today, you will show me whether bringing you into this house was intuition… or a mistake.”My throat tightened. “I understand, sir.”“Good,” he replied. “Let’s begin.”He slid a folder across the desk.Inside were papers—thick, structured, intimidating. Financial statements. Mar
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