Beneath the Billionaires control

he opportunity to be Sebastian Steele's assistant. Landing this role was a dream, a chance to make a name for herself in a world that seemed as unyielding as it was alluring. But n

, laden with the pressure of the

a small town and had spent her life trying to avoid the glaring spotlight of success. All that mattered now was that she would succeed or fail miserably. There was no middle ground in t

she asked, her tone polite but distant. "Mr. Steele is expecting you.

re, but this woman's aloofness only made her feel smaller. She walked to the elevator,

. She had imagined this day for years, rehearsed the perfect first impression, but now that it was here, she had no idea what to expect. Wo

ifferent world. Everything was sleek and modern steel accents, polished wood, glass partit

ad read about him his sharp business mind, his impossible standards, his ability to dismantle anyone who failed to meet his expectations. She had heard t

he could hear the sound of a deep voice, commanding, dominating, a v

Alexis knocked softly on

ed. The room around him was quiet, clean, too clean. The floor-to-ceiling windows behind him showcased the city skyline, and the m

them, only calculation. His gaze was sharp, like a man used to having control o

handshake. There was no pleasantry, no attempt to make her feel at ease. "You're the new assistant." "Yes

ght of his gaze, measuring, judging. He finally broke the silence. "I don't have time for s

it with a neutral expression. She nodded. "I understand, M

ely eyes never leaving hers. "I don't tolerate mistakes. You're expected to anticipa

eeting she had hoped for, but it was real. Cold, yes, but real."Of course," she said,

n returning to something else as if she were no more than a brief interrup

with it. And have the project reports prepared by 2

disappointed. He had been everything she had imagined commanding, assertive, and completely indifferent to her presence. Yet there was something else, something