جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 5

CAMILLE “If he asks you why you’re applying for a job below your qualification, do not try to act smart. Just look him dead in the eye and lie like your life depends on it. Because honestly? It kind of does.” That was the last piece of advice Damian gave me before I took the fake identity from him and walked to the Alder Global Tower. Now, standing on the eighty-second floor, with my feet throbbing in cheap three-inch pumps I bought on clearance, I realized two things. First, Damian was completely right. Second, no amount of advice could have prepared me for the icy, terrifying nightmare that was Silvan Alder. The air up here was too cold, and the smell of cologne that costs probably more than my entire apartment rent. It was so quiet one could hear a pin drop. Adjusting the collar of my navy blazer, which was slightly too tight around my shoulders, but was the only professional thing I owned that didn’t look like it came out of a bargain bin. My heart was hammering against my r

The next three hours were a blur of intense, frantic work. The three black binders were massive, and contained complex financial structures, offshore shipping logs, and names of high-ranking board members. As I flipped through the pages, highlighting key figures and typing summary notes on my computer, my eyes kept catching recurring names.Adam Alder. Silvan's uncle and the Vice Chairman.According to these documents, Adam managed the logistics side of the company, the exact department my father used to work with three years ago. My grip tightened around the highlighter. The puzzle pieces were right here, buried under a mountain of numbers. I just needed to dig deeper.At 8:42, I printed out a neat, ten-page summary report, placed it in a blue folder, and walked back to Silvan's office, knocking once before stepping in.Silvan was sitting behind his desk, fully dressed in his black suit jacket now, typing rapidly on his laptop. He didn't look up as I approached.I placed the blue fol

JULIAN The black private jet cut through the clouds on its way to Zurich, but Silvan Alder wasn’t looking at the flight reports on his tablet. He was staring out the window, his mind completely stuck on the girl he had left behind in Verona City.Camille Martin. Or rather, Camille Bernerd.Silvan wasn't a fool. He hadn't become the most feared CEO in Switzerland by trusting pretty faces. He had known the moment she walked into his office last week that her resume was forged. Reto had already run her background check hours before the interview. He knew she was the daughter of Richard Bernerd, the logistics executive whose company fell apart three years ago.Silvan knew why she was here. He knew she thought he was the monster who destroyed her family. He could have turned her over to the police immediately, but something about the quiet fire in her hazel eyes had stopped him. She didn't cower. She didn't flatter him. She looked at him with pure, hidden hatred, and it intrigued him. He