He just lives a very private life, and people I think cannot digest that. Oh, here you go.’ She pointed to a desk that had a white laptop on it. The desk was pushed far up against the wall beside a large double door.
‘You’re going to be sitting over here,’ she said. ‘You can put one personal thing on your desk because Mr. Blackwood doesn’t like too much of it. Your job is to answer the phone and complete his tasks. Do you understand?’
‘Yes.’
‘Very good. Welcome to Blackwood Industry. I’m sure you will be perfect.’ Emma said, a smile never leaving her face.
‘Here is a list of all the numbers of everyone important in the company.’ She handed her a paper and left.
It didn’t take more than thirty minutes before Nathan walked in like a storm, ready to suck you away into its vortex. His face held no emotions, and those stone-cold eyes could cease your existence. Jeraldine stood transfixed, unable to tear her eyes away from the sheer muscled of his arms, chest, and legs. The way his blue Armani suit clung to his body like a second skin. There was a perfect lethal and predatory to his movements as he walked.

Her heart pounded with fascination. Nathan was a powerful man, incredible in every way, and the mere sight of him now, in his glory, nearly brought Jeraldine to her knees. It was as if she was seeing him for the first time.
She hated it. The attraction she held for Nathan. She was here on the job, a mission of her own, and crushing over him wasn’t part of the deal.
Everyone nodded good morning to him, but he ignored them and walked past with so much grace she had only ever seen in one man before—her father.
Without so much as a glance in her direction, he went into his office. She stood there transfixed, unaware of what to do. She couldn’t stay there and not do anything.
Mustering up the little courage she had, she went and knocked on his door.
‘What?!’ His voice was deep and thunderous. It felt as if it rumbled mightily inside the building.
Swallowing bile that had risen in her throat, she turned the knob and pushed the door open. Jeraldine walked inside his cold office and closed the door behind her.
‘Good morning, sir,’ she greeted, her heart pounding in her chest.