Mila's POV
"People say the new year marks a fresh start, a chance for happiness. But for me, it didn't feel like that when I walked into the company.
A swirl of emotions churned inside me as I took a deep breath, inhaling all the uncertainty that surrounded me.
I had no idea what would become of me now that Mr. Harris had retired. The office felt eerily empty without his presence, but I was determined to stay positive.
Maybe his son wouldn't be so bad. Maybe he was just like his father. The company could use a fresh, young face, anyway," I thought, trying to comfort myself with each word.
I quickly greeted Jolie in the lobby before hurrying up to the top floor. Today was the day—the day the new CEO would start, and I wasn't about to let him get here before me.
When I arrived and found the office empty, curiosity gnawed at me. Why wasn't he here yet? So, I decided to peep through the boss's office door to see if the new CEO had started work.
I was so engrossed in my observation that I didn't hear him approach until I was jolted back to reality by a deep, commanding voice.
"Done invading my personal space?" he asked, his tone as smooth as it was authoritative.
The sound of his voice made me jump in fright. I turned around to see him standing there, and my heart skipped a beat.
I looked up to meet his gaze—deep chestnut eyes that felt like they could see straight through me. His face was perfectly chiseled, and his brown hair framed it like something out of a dream.
And damn, those eyes… they were otherworldly. I found myself getting lost in them, not able to tear my gaze away.
My eyes wandered downward, tracing the lines of his well-tailored suit, his perfectly sculpted torso pressing against the fabric.
"Who is this guy?" I thought, my breath catching in my throat. I felt both awed and unnerved.
"Miss..." he started, his voice cutting through my thoughts. "I don't appreciate you staring at me like that."
The sharpness of his tone snapped me back to reality.
"I'm so sorry," I stammered, quickly stepping aside to give him space to enter the office.
As I watched him walk in, a question lingered in my mind. Could he be Angel Harris, the new CEO?
I couldn't focus on anything else. The thought of him sitting in that office, staring at me with those intense eyes, made my heart race uncontrollably.
The phone rang, and I rushed to answer it, but before I could even speak, his voice boomed from the office.
"In my office. Now."
I quickly followed his order, my steps hurried and uneven. The sight of him again left me weak in the knees, but I forced myself to stay composed.
"You asked to see me?" I said, fidgeting with the hem of my clothes, trying to mask the nervousness bubbling inside me.
He stared at me for a long moment, as if looking for something buried deep within me, his expression unreadable.
"What's your name?" he asked in a commanding yet disturbingly sexy voice.
"Mila Brown," I replied, my voice trembling.
He continued to study me, his eyes narrowing slightly, as if he was trying to figure me out.
I shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. It felt like I was exposed, as though he could see right through me. Then, a slight smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, only to quickly vanish, replaced by his usual cold demeanor.
I wanted to move, to break free from his stare, but I was paralyzed, trapped in the intensity of his gaze.
I... " I tried to speak, but before I could, he interrupted me.
"I need you to call a meeting for the entire company," he said, his tone still cold, his gaze never leaving me.
I hesitated, unsure how to respond. I didn't know this man—didn't know what he expected from me.
"But I don't even know who you are," I muttered, my heart pounding. "You just walked in here like you own the place."
Before I could process his response, he was suddenly standing right in front of me, his hand grabbing my arm with a force that took my breath away.
"How dare you," he hissed, venom dripping from his words.
I froze, terror seizing me as I stared into his eyes, seeing something dark and frightening.
"I'm sorry, sir," I whispered, the words barely escaping my lips as tears threatened to blur my vision.
He didn't speak, just continued to stare, his silence more chilling than any words could be. Then, after what felt like an eternity, his grip loosened, and he stepped back.
"I'm Angel Harris," he muttered, his voice barely audible as he sank back into his chair.
Now you know who I am. Can you do your damn job and stop staring at me?" he snapped, his cold demeanor fully in place once more.
Still shaking from the encounter, I nodded quickly, forcing myself to leave his office. But my mind was swirling with questions.
How could Mr. Harris have a son like this? The man I had worked for, the one who had been so kind-hearted and generous, couldn't have raised someone so… cold, so detached.
My chest tightened as I made my way back to my desk, my legs threatening to give way beneath me. I couldn't cry—not here, not now. I had worked too hard to get to this point to let his words defeat me.
I had fought for my place here, and I wouldn't let a spoiled, arrogant man-child like Angel Harris take it away from me.
I wouldn't let him break me. I'd show him exactly what Mila Brown was made of.
Because deep down, I knew one thing for sure: Angel Harris, CEO of Harris Construction, was in for a long ride.