tack of files so tall Anna

laire said crisply, dropping the tower of folders onto Anna's desk with a thud. "He expects precisio

cts, reports, financial statements-hundreds of pag

le," she muttered

ng is impossible when it comes to Mr. Knight. If yo

away, her heels clicking

ir from her face. All right, fine. T

ves, grabbed the first

-

ribbling summaries, her eyes burned from scanning endless lines of legal jargon. Every time s

iberate. S

r was te

d why he was trying to break her. But another part-stubborn, uny

she'd crumble,

-

neatly organized binder of summaries. She had worked like

, she stepped inside,

and unreadable. His gaze flicked to her imme

ly. "Let's see if you're wort

der before him, her notes precise, color-c

room was suffocatingly quiet, every executive holding

Alexander

ad," h

ison. Anna's shoulders sagged with re

hed her c

in, his tone sharp. "You caught details most wouldn't, but

. "That I need

ly, dangerously. "Tha

wasn't a dismissal. I

"You're not afraid of pressure. That much is clear. But pressure is only the beginn

This wasn't just work. This was a game t

forcing her voice steady. "Then

ough his eyes remained as sharp as stee

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r heart still pounding. The binder sat on Alexan

entering his world, she r

ust want an

ed a ch

ready or not, she