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Is it possible

Is it possible

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A decent 9-5 working class lady meets a mysterious CEO, who hated her but never let anyone mess with her. She loves him at first sight but he doesn't seem to care. Everytime she's about to stop liking him, something happens to draw them both together and her flicking light of love rekindles. But there's more to this CEO than the outward appearance can say, but one thing is for sure, he'll never let harm come to her. Is it possible to be with him.

Chapter 1 Strangers in the elevator

The elevator doors were closing-again.

Zaria's heart pounded as she sprinted across the lobby in heels that had no business sprinting. "Hold the elevator, please!" she called out.

A hand darted out and pressed the button just in time. The chrome doors jerked open again with a mechanical sigh.

She stumbled in, grateful and out of breath, barely looking up. "Thanks, I-" Her words trailed off when she saw him.

The man beside her was a fortress in a suit. Tall, broad-shouldered, and impossibly still. His sharp profile was carved like cold marble-jaw clenched, eyes unreadable behind steel-framed glasses. The suit he wore was cut so perfectly it must have been stitched into his skin.

He didn't acknowledge her.

Zaria pressed her floor number, then folded her arms, pretending not to feel the frost in the air. Just as the doors began to close, a man in construction boots shoved an arm between them and stepped in.

Three's a crowd.

Zaria inched to the side, letting the new guy-sweaty, loud, and reeking of paint-stand between them. The elevator creaked upward.

"Nice dress," the paint guy said to her, leering. "Tight in all the right places."

Zaria stiffened, offering only a polite, dismissive smile. She didn't want trouble, not at 8:57 a.m., not before coffee.

He didn't get the hint.

"Where you headed after work, sweetheart? Bet you'd look even better outta that dress."

Before she could respond, a sudden movement whipped past her.

The man in the suit stepped forward.

It wasn't loud. It wasn't violent. It was precise. Like a blade through silence.

The paint guy was suddenly backed into the elevator wall, a forearm pressing hard against his chest. The suited man's voice was calm, lethal.

"Touch her, speak to her again, and you'll leave in an ambulance. No second chances."

The construction worker paled. "Alright, alright-chill, man. Damn."

When the doors opened on the fifth floor, he fled.

Zaria blinked, still processing. Her mouth parted slightly. "Thank you... I-"

The man didn't even look at her. He stepped out of the elevator like nothing had happened.

No name. No glance. No humanity.

Just ice.

**

That afternoon, the office buzzed like a kicked beehive. Everyone whispered and stared at their phones.

Zaria leaned toward her friend from accounting, whispering, "What's going on?"

"You didn't hear?" Carla whispered. "New CEO. Apparently, the board kicked out old man Harris. New guy's a legend in corporate circles-cold as sin, never does interviews. Ghost-level private. Some say he used to work in cybercrime before he went legit. Rumors are wild."

Zaria raised an eyebrow. "Name?"

Carla's eyes sparkled with the kind of gossip only fear could fuel. "Damon Cross."

The name echoed like a warning bell.

Zaria's stomach dropped.

She turned slowly toward the conference room-and locked eyes with the man who had saved her in the elevator.

And this time, he looked right at her.

Expressionless. Unapologetic.

Like he already regretted what he'd done.

Her office phone buzzed with a new message. The subject line read: "Department Change Notification – New Supervisor: Damon Cross.

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