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"It was him. Kirill Zaitsev! The man who'd bought my virginity five years ago! What were the odds? How could he be here? *** Monday morning after reporting in, HR led me to my workstation. My marketing department was on the seventeenth floor—an open office area with dozens of cubicles arranged neatly. I turned on my brand-new computer and logged into my company email. Everything was full of hope. Colleagues trickled in and greeted me warmly. The atmosphere was relaxed. I quickly dove into the tedious work of organizing files, but even repetitive work excited me. Around ten o'clock, the office chatter suddenly cut off like someone had hit mute, leaving only the mechanical sound of keyboard clicks. An invisible pressure descended. I felt strange and looked up from my cubicle. Then my world stopped spinning—I crashed into a pair of gray-blue eyes. The instant our eyes met, it felt like tiny electric currents raced through my limbs. My eyes were wide open. I didn't dare move. I was so shocked I forgot to breathe! It was him. Kirill Zaitsev! The man who'd bought my virginity five years ago! What were the odds? How could he be here? Was he looking at me? How long had he been watching? Did he recognize me? How could he? I quickly ducked my head, burying it below the cubicle wall. Why was that man standing by the elevator? Zaitsev Group... could he really be someone from this company? Wasn't he in Chicago? After a few seconds, afraid I'd mistaken him for someone else, I carefully lifted my head to look at that spot again. The man stood at the front of the group, wearing a charcoal gray suit with fabric pressed to perfection, making his already powerful frame even more imposing, his broad shoulders radiating authority. Compared to five years ago, his hair was cut shorter, neatly combed back to reveal a smooth, full forehead and that scar through his eyebrow I'd remembered too long. Time had barely touched his face, just adding fine lines at the corners of his eyes and a few silver threads in his dark brown hair. This only made his presence shift from the fierce intensity of five years ago to current composure, making him look more experienced and charismatic. But what made me feel suffocated was that he was still looking at me, his eyes holding depths I couldn't read. Finally, his gaze shifted, his body turning toward the suited man beside him. ""This floor houses our company's marketing department."" His voice was low and steady as he addressed his companion. ""Last quarter, this department successfully partnered with three Boston enterprises and secured long-term contracts."" As soon as he finished speaking, the entourage behind him immediately started recording something on their tablets. After what felt like a damn eternity, the whole group left. The moment they were gone, the office's oppressive atmosphere instantly lifted, and whispered conversations spread. ""My God, that was terrifying."" Emily, who sat in the cubicle next to mine, dramatically patted her chest. ""The boss's presence is really intimidating. I didn't even dare breathe loudly."" ""Boss?"" My tongue felt thick. ""Yeah! You didn't know?"" Emily looked at me like I was an alien. ""Mr. Kirill Zaitsev, our group's CEO. He's a total workaholic, and... very intimidating."" Kirill Zaitsev. The man who bought my virginity, my one-night stand, Lucas's father... he was actually my new company's boss! This was insane! ""He's really handsome, though! Did you see him in that suit? He's like a walking clothes hanger."" Another female colleague joined our chat. ""His physique is incredible, so much masculinity. Even though his presence is intimidating, if I could get with him..."" Emily said, her face flushing. ""Dream on, ladies."" Our marketing supervisor, O'Neil, walked over and leaned his arm on the cubicle wall, bursting their bubble. ""A man like that has more women around him than you've had cups of coffee. You better just focus on your work."" After O'Neil spoke, everyone quickly shut up and returned to work. I stared blankly at my computer, my stomach churning uneasily. I was terrified he'd recognize me. What if he discovered Lucas's existence? Would he try to take Lucas away from me? He was connected to gangs—if he really wanted to do that, calling the police wouldn't help. But seeing this man again, some part of my body became a traitor. It welcomed this reunion, it led me back to that night five years ago, it made me think about new possibilities with him. Just when fear and anxiety were about to drive me insane, the supervisor came back and knocked on my desk. ""Celia."" His expression was odd. ""The big boss wants to see you upstairs. Top floor office."" My breath caught in my throat. Colleagues immediately turned to look, murmuring among themselves. ""What's going on? Getting summoned by the CEO on her first day?"" ""She is really pretty... the boss was looking in her direction earlier."" I ignored the chatter. I mechanically stood up and followed the supervisor to the private elevator that led to the top floor. The supervisor brought me to the top-floor office door and left. I took a deep breath and knocked. ""Come in."" The steady voice penetrated the door and crawled up my spine, sending shivers through me. I pushed open the door. This office was bigger than my entire apartment. One whole wall was floor-to-ceiling glass with a panoramic view of the city skyline. He sat behind his desk reading some documents. He'd removed his suit jacket, leaving only a white shirt that draped smoothly over his strong torso. His sleeves were casually rolled up to his elbows, revealing solid forearms. The authority he radiated was almost tangible, even more commanding than five years ago. I stood there like an idiot, not knowing what to do with my hands and feet. He finally finished reading and looked up, those gray-blue eyes fixing me with their intensity. ""Celia Cole?"" He spoke my name like he was tasting an unfamiliar word. ""Yes, sir."" It took me forever to find my voice. ""Not Anna?"" He leaned back in his chair, hands crossed in front of him. Pressure pushed against my eardrums, an invisible force dragging me into a spiral of unease. ""I'm-I'm sorry, sir. I was—"" I tried to explain as quickly as possible. ""You don't need to explain,"" he cut me off. ""HR made a mistake."" ""...What?"" The topic shifted too fast for me to follow. ""They hired you. But you're not qualified."" His tone was as flat as if he were stating the weather. Hot blood rushed to my head, overriding my fear. ""I don't understand. I already passed the interview. The HR manager said—"" ""I said,"" he cut me off again, ""you're not qualified. Don't come in tomorrow."" Tears almost spilled over. I bit my tongue hard. Anger, confusion, and despair crashed over me like mixed paint. I'd finally gotten this job—it was hope for me and Lucas! How could he... how could he so casually take it away? Was this his punishment for me using a fake name to deceive him? ""Why?"" My voice shook. ""You haven't even looked at my résumé! What gives you the right to say I'm not qualified? Just because... just because you don't like the sight of me?"" He looked at me, the corner of his mouth curving into a mocking smile. ""I don't need a reason, Ms. Cole. In this building, my will is reason enough."" He was right. What was I? An ant he could crush with his bare hand. My dignity, my efforts—worthless in front of him. Overwhelming sadness and helplessness crushed me. My job, my hope—all shattered. Just as I was about to turn and leave, he suddenly stood up and pulled me into his arms. Kirill was tall, his imposing presence making me forget to resist. He raised his hand, and I fearfully closed my eyes. But he didn't strike me. His hand touched my lips. My whole body stiffened, blood roaring in my ears. His thumb rubbed against my trembling lips, making them red and swollen. His eyes locked onto mine, churning with dark currents. I even had the absurd illusion that he was going to kiss me. ""Perhaps."" His voice was like a devil's whisper. ""There's one way you could stay."" I stared wide-eyed, only able to look at him mutely. ""Be my mistress, Celia. If you agree, I'll let you stay at Zaitsev Group."" His voice carried husky magnetism, his blatant gaze seeming to strip away my clothes. The humiliation of being priced like an object five years ago, the humiliation of being treated like a whore—it all came flooding back. I understood now. He was getting revenge on me, revenge for refusing to be his mistress five years ago! Anger erupted inside me like a volcano, giving me the strength to break free. I shoved him away, my chest heaving violently. ""In your dreams! I'm not your whore!"" I practically screamed the words. He staggered back a step, surprise flashing across his face. Tears filled my eyes, but I forced myself not to let them fall. ""You bastard!"" After cursing him, I refused to look at him anymore. I bolted out of there."

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