Amanda Evans smoothed the hem of her navy skirt for the third time that morning, her palms damp despite the cool December air. The towering glass building of Black Enterprises loomed above her, its steel and mirrored windows catching the city's light like a fortress of power. She had rehearsed every answer, memorized every detail of her résumé, but nothing could prepare her for the man she was about to meet.
Greyson Black. Billionaire. Visionary. Untouchable.
The receptionist's voice was polite but clipped as she directed Amanda toward the private elevator. "Mr. Black will see you now."
Amanda's heels clicked against the marble floor, echoing in the silence. The elevator doors slid open, revealing a sleek interior lined with black leather and chrome. She pressed the button for the top floor, her heart racing faster with each passing second.
When the doors opened, she stepped into an office that felt more like a gallery. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the city skyline, while abstract art in bold strokes of red and silver lined the walls. At the center, behind a desk of polished mahogany, sat Greyson Black.
He looked up from a file, his gaze sharp and assessing. Dark hair, perfectly tailored suit, and eyes that seemed to see through her. Amanda swallowed, suddenly aware of how small she felt in his presence.
"Miss Evans," he said, his voice smooth, commanding. "You're punctual. I like that."
Amanda forced a smile, clutching her portfolio. "Thank you, Mr. Black. I believe punctuality shows respect."
His lips curved slightly, though it wasn't quite a smile. "Respect is earned, not given. Sit."
She obeyed, lowering herself into the leather chair opposite him. The interview began with questions about her background, her ambitions, her ability to handle pressure. But beneath his words, Amanda sensed something else — a curiosity, a flicker of interest that went beyond her résumé.
When she spoke about her passion for organization and her dream of building a career in corporate management, Greyson leaned back, studying her as though she were a puzzle he intended to solve.
"You're ambitious," he said finally. "Ambition can be dangerous. But it can also be... intoxicating."
Amanda's breath caught. The way he said it — low, deliberate — sent a shiver down her spine.
The interview ended with a single sentence that would change her life:
"You're hired. Report tomorrow morning. And Miss Evans..." His gaze lingered, intense and unyielding. "Don't disappoint me."
As Amanda left the office, her pulse still racing, she knew two things with absolute certainty: she had just stepped into a world far larger than she imagined, and Greyson Black was a man who could unravel her carefully built defenses with nothing more than a look.