Liliana Patrick, a shy and clumsy 23-year-old, experienced a life-altering setback, losing everything in a fleeting moment. The word "suffer" hardly captured her struggle; she found herself homeless, friendless, and without family support. However, upon entering Kings Company, Liliana discovered a hidden world she had never known before. Nicholas King, a man embodying arrogance and rudeness, was a cold, domineering figure at 30. After inheriting his father's estate, he showed no mercy to his employees, capable of firing them for minor errors. As Liliana nervously entered his office, his gaze locked onto her, instantly claiming her as his. I took a seat in front of him, greeting him with, "Good morning, Sir," but he interrupted me. His deep, raspy voice, tinged with a hint of British accent, surprised me as he remarked, "Did I ask you to sit?" Feeling flustered, I apologized, "I'm sorry." But his expression seemed to darken. "You're sixteen minutes late, left the door open, and acted as if this is your domain," he growled, clearly unimpressed. "I...I apologize," I mumbled, averting my eyes. The scent of his cologne, a mix of sandalwood and lavender, enveloped the air as he sternly commanded, "Do not speak unless I permit it. Now, sit." As I obeyed, Nicholas studied my resume, his piercing blue eyes revealing no emotion, yet they held a undeniable intensity that intimidated me greatly.
