It was a sinner's suicide for anyone to work at Coopers Incorporation. It was no surprise that people aimed to stray far from the Devil known as Mr Elijah Cooper.
Cold, demanding, and rough, he ruled over everything with an iron grip and a calculati...
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Nora's P.O.V
Two Months Later
Life had taken an unexpected turn.
For the past two months, everything had been... different. Lighter. Smoother. And strangely enough, it had a lot to do with Elijah.
Not that he had turned into some kind of romantic hero overnight-no, he was still the same sharp-eyed, cold, and enigmatic man I had met on the first day of my job. But something about him had changed.
Well, not completely, but enough for me to notice. The sharp edges of his personality had softened, his once unyielding coldness now held a faint warmth. He was still intimidating, still distant in ways I couldn't quite reach, but he wasn't the same ruthless man he was before.
And that was dangerous.
Because somehow, without realizing it, I had started falling for him, despite every warning I had given myself.
I tried to convince myself that it was just admiration. Respect. Maybe even infatuation. But I knew better.
It was subtle at first-the way I would unconsciously look for him in a room, how my heart reacted when he said my name. The way I replayed our conversations in my head, even the meaningless ones. But now, I couldn't deny it anymore. I had feelings for Elijah. Deep, complicated feelings. And the worst part?
He would never feel the same.
I was nothing more than his assistant, a convenient presence in his life. He had Emma, the beautiful, elegant woman who fit into his world perfectly. They were the kind of couple you'd see in magazines-refined, effortless, and meant to be. I had no place in that equation.
A stupid, impossible, one-sided love.
I sighed, dragging my fingers through my hair as I stared out the window of my room, lost in my thoughts.
"Hey, Nora, are you even listening?"
I blinked, snapping out of my thoughts. Jane was sitting across from me, staring at me with narrowed eyes.
"What? Of course, I am," I lied, shifting uncomfortably.
Jane smirked. "Liar. You've been staring out the window, lost in whatever fantasy world you live in. Spill it. Who's occupying your thoughts?"
I turned away, feeling the heat rush to my cheeks. "No one. I was just thinking about something...random."
Jane gasped dramatically. "Oh my God, you're blushing! Who is it? wait, is it Elijah?"
At his name, my body stiffened.
"Jane, stop," I muttered, hoping she'd drop it.
But she didn't. She leaned in closer, grinning. "Oh, it is Elijah. Wow. I never thought I'd see the day. You're seriously into him, huh?"
