Amelia had barely stepped out of the elevator when her phone buzzed with an incoming message. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw it was from Alexander.
"Meet me at my office in an hour. We have work to do."
She swallowed, her fingers tightening around the phone. The weight of her decision was already starting to settle in. She had signed the contract, but she hadn't expected it to feel this real, this immediate.
The rest of the morning passed in a blur, her mind constantly replaying her conversation with Alexander. What kind of work would they be doing together? Was it truly just about business? Or was there something more he wanted from her? Something she wasn't ready for?
At precisely noon, she found herself standing outside the heavy glass doors of his office. The building seemed to pulse with the energy of Sinclair Enterprises, every inch of it a monument to Alexander's vision. She hesitated for a moment before taking a deep breath and pushing the door open.
Inside, Alexander stood by the window again, his back to her, just as he had been the last time they met. The room was quiet, almost eerily so. The faint hum of the city below filtered in, but it felt distant, almost unreal compared to the tension in the room.
"You're here," he said without turning around, his voice cold yet laced with something else—something almost expectant.
Amelia stepped forward, trying to steady her nerves. "You wanted to meet. What's this all about?"
Alexander turned slowly, the faintest trace of a smile playing on his lips. "Business," he replied. "But not just any business. I need someone I can trust with... delicate matters."
Amelia's brow furrowed. "Delicate matters?"
He nodded, moving toward his desk and sitting down, his eyes never leaving hers. "I have a project—a very important one—that requires absolute discretion. You'll be handling sensitive information. You'll need to be on top of your game."
A twinge of unease prickled her skin. "What kind of project?"
Alexander leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest, his expression unreadable. "That's classified. You'll know everything you need to know in due time. But for now, all you need to focus on is the task at hand."
Amelia stood still for a moment, trying to process the situation. She had walked in here expecting to be handed a list of duties—meetings, reports, maybe a few presentations. But this? This felt like something else entirely.
"And what do you expect from me?" she asked, her voice steady despite the unease swirling inside her.
He stood up then, walking around the desk to stand in front of her. He was close—too close. She could feel the heat from his body, the overwhelming presence he commanded. Her pulse quickened, but she forced herself to stay calm.
"Everything," he said, his voice low and deliberate. "I expect everything from you. Your loyalty, your discretion, your attention to detail. And above all, I expect you to follow my lead. No questions asked."
The intensity of his gaze made her stomach flip. There was something magnetic about him, something that both terrified and intrigued her in equal measure.
"And if I don't?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
His lips curled into a slight smile, though it wasn't comforting. "Then you'll lose more than just this job."
Amelia felt a chill run down her spine. She knew this was dangerous—knew she was stepping into something she couldn't fully comprehend. But she had already made her choice. And now there was no turning back.
"I'll do it," she said, her voice stronger than she felt.
Alexander's eyes glinted with something unreadable as he nodded. "Good. You'll begin tomorrow. I'll send you the details later tonight."
As he turned away to sit back at his desk, Amelia felt the weight of her decision pressing down on her. She had crossed a line—one she couldn't uncross. She wasn't just working for Sinclair Enterprises anymore. She was involved in something much darker, something she wasn't sure she was prepared for.
But there was no turning back now.
As she left the office, her mind raced with questions, and the gnawing feeling in her stomach wouldn't go away. What had she gotten herself into? And more importantly, what was Alexander Sinclair truly after?
The answers, she knew, would come in time. But the waiting, the uncertainty—it was almost unbearable.
One thing was certain: her life was never going to be the same. And whether she liked it or not, she was about to learn just how far she was willing to go for the man who now controlled her future.