Emma Carter adjusted her blazer as she stepped into the sleek, high-rise office building of Sterling & Co. It was her first day as the new personal assistant to the infamous CEO, Daniel Sterling—a man known for his sharp tongue, relentless work ethic, and, according to office gossip, a heart made of ice.
She took a deep breath and smoothed her skirt. *Just do your job, stay professional, and don't get fired.*
The elevator doors opened to the top floor, and Emma was greeted by a flurry of activity. Assistants rushed past, phones rang incessantly, and the hum of urgency filled the air. At the end of the hall stood a massive oak door—Daniel Sterling's office.
Her knock was met with a curt, "Come in."
Daniel sat behind his desk, his dark hair slightly tousled, his piercing blue eyes scanning a document. He barely glanced up. "You're late."
Emma blinked. "My appointment was for 8:30. It's 8:28."
That made him look up. His gaze was intense, assessing. "At Sterling & Co., being on time is late. You should've been here ten minutes ago."
Emma resisted the urge to roll her eyes. *Charming.*
"Noted, Mr. Sterling."
He leaned back in his chair, studying her. "You're not what I expected."
She arched a brow. "Should I be flattered or concerned?"
A flicker of amusement crossed his face before he schooled it back into neutrality. "Just do your job, Miss Carter."