Elira
Her legs wobbled as she followed him.
Not because of the heels though they pinched like betrayal but because she'd just baptized the most terrifying man in New York with lukewarm coffee. And now, he was still giving her the interview?
Maybe he wants to fire me himself, she thought grimly.
The office was absurd. Floor-to-ceiling glass, a view of the city like it bowed to him, and not a single item out of place. Even the pens looked expensive.
Damian Voss sat behind the desk like a king at his throne. His shirt was still stained. He hadn't even changed.
"Sit," he said.
She did. Quickly.
Silence.
He didn't look at his computer.
Didn't pick up her resume.
Just looked at her like he was studying a problem he couldn't quite solve.
"You don't belong here," he said finally.
Her heart dropped. "Oh. I..I understand, sir. I can...."
"I didn't say I was sending you away."
That shut her up.
His eyes darkened, unreadable. "Why apply here? You've never worked in a corporate office. No connections. No experience in high-pressure environments. And yet you applied to Voss Enterprises. Why?"
Elira blinked, unsure if it was a test or a trap.
But something in his voice low, calm, dangerously curious made her answer honestly.
"Because I need to prove I can do something hard. Something real. Even if everyone expects me to stay small."
His brow twitched. A reaction. Barely there.
Another silence.
Then, to her utter shock, he leaned back and said:
"You start Monday."