The lobby smelled faintly of polished wood and expensive cologne. My resume trembled slightly in my grip, though I told myself it was just nerves. I had prepared for this interview for weeks… my credentials were flawless, my experience solid. I wasn’t here to waste anyone’s time.

And just as my brain was prepared, my looks were too.

I had natural flawless skin. Genetics.

My outfit? Perfect fit, clinging to my hour glass like nothing else.

When the secretary finally ushered me into his office, I froze for just a heartbeat. He was nothing like I expected. Towering behind a sleek glass desk, sharp suit, sharp eyes, sharper presence.

His...