The Vengeful Billionaire's Secretary

beacon of success, but for Emma, it symbolized everything she had lost. Her family had been destroyed years ago, her father's small business

ad memorized every detail about the man: his historical rise to CEO after his father's death, his

office. He was taller than she expected, his tailored suit highlightin

ce steady. She extended a hand, which he t

uring for her to sit. "And your qualifications

mile. "I believe in e

into a faint smile. "Good

of doubt. Alexander wasn't the cold monster she had imagi

broad shoulders and athletic build spoke of a man who spent as much time maintaining his physique as he did running his billi

ose gave him the sharp, symmetrical features of a model, but it was his eyes that truly captivated. Stormy gray with flecks of

y styled which was slightly tousled at the top but neatly tapered at the sides. A faint streak of silver ne

his left eyebrow which is a relic from his hardened upbringing. His hands, strong and slightly cal

who laid eyes on her, with sharp features that hinted at the steel beneath her composed demeanor. Her almond-shap

hair fell to her shoulders, catching hints of auburn under the sunlight. She often swept it back int

h quiet confidence, her posture straight and enchanting. Her hands, always neatly manicured, reve

d, and her smile which was rare but genuine was a gift to those lucky enough to earn it. Em