ckwood Industries, her heart thumping like a war drum. She clutched her thin file of résumé copies and internshi

wallowing her in. She straightened h

mbition. Zaria approached the front desk, offered a polite smil

here for the marketi

ut said nothing. "Take the elevator to the

e doors opened, and there he was-Damon Black

fr

word, brushing so close the

e heard him murmur w

rrass yours

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. The orientation was already in full swing-ten other interns sat in rows, taking

You're expected to keep up or step out.

ing in. For the first hour, she remained unn

Alpha. That means you'll work directly u

. Zaria's st

hy him?

ate folder. "You're lucky. H

p an eye on me," Zaria m

dless emails. She barely had time to eat. When 7 p.m. rolled

see you. No

t, and freezing. She walked down the corridor lined with matte black

nocke

came his

ight of Damon Blackwood leaning against h

," he said, eyes

u call me here to insult me ag

most a smile, but it

rive onto the desk. "Take this home. Study the presentatio

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. "You don't even

now by

cker of a second, Zaria thought she saw someth

oward the glass wall ove

the drive and

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sed at

want to see you fail. Don't trust anyone...

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le

already has their eye on you. And I'm

pounding. His warning echoed in her ea

saw a shadowed figure at the en

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stayed away. No