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Ariana’s POVDay three of total, suffocating silence from Voss Enterprises, and my patience had completely run out.Every morning, I checked my student portal, expecting at least a rejection email. Every evening, I refreshed my inbox until my eyes burned from the harsh screen glow. Nothing. Damien had time to run a multi-billion-dollar empire, freeze out political rivals, and dictate what time I ate dinner, but his HR department couldn't even bother to acknowledge a forty-page architectural proposal.He was deliberately ignoring it. Or worse—he had glanced at my student ID number, realized it was me, and tossed my work straight into the trash without giving it a second thought.If he was going to treat me like an invisible ghost in his corporate world, I was going to make his home life an absolute nightmare.It started at breakfast.Usually, I sat quietly, ate whatever the staff prepared, and answered Damien’s blunt questions with polite, minimal responses. Not today.When Dami

Ariana’s POVHaving a dream is entirely different from executing a forty-million-dollar reality.By 2:00 AM, my private studio space in the penthouse looked like a battleground. Floor-to-ceiling glass walls reflected the glow of three open laptops, dozens of floor plan blueprints, and towering stacks of corporate design handbooks. My eyes burned from hours of endless reading, and my spine felt permanently locked.I was brilliant at the art—the textures, the light, the soul of a building. But I had never worked inside a multi-billion-dollar corporate empire like Voss Enterprises. I didn't know their internal coding formats, their structural compliance protocols, or their exact house style for executive board presentations.I was drowning in logistics, and the terrifying weight of failing on my very first independent contract was crushing my chest.Exhausted, I slumped back against my chair, picked up my phone, and dialed Jade."Ari? It's past two in the morning," Jade’s groggy vo

Ariana’s POV We had just returned to work after dinner. Damien sat across from me, his suit jacket draped over the back of his chair and his white shirt sleeves rolled up to his forearms. I watched the dark veins tracing down his wrist to his hand, his nails clean and neatly trimmed as his fingers held his pen. Every movement he made was measured, precise, and entirely deliberate. I let out a quiet breath. For nearly two hours, he hadn't brought up Soho. He hadn't asked if I was shaken, and he hadn't mentioned Ryan once. He simply worked. Every time his knuckles brushed near mine while reaching for a blueprint, the image of him kneeling on the marble foyer floor—the dangerous CEO lowering himself just to give me back my dignity echoed over and over in my head. Ryan had viewed intimacy as a debt I owed him, a transaction to be extracted. But Damien had placed the entire key to my autonomy in my own hands, standing back in the shadows until I decided whether or not to step into the