Chapter 1
Chapter 1 Coffee, Clash And A Cold Stranger
Zoe Bennett clutched her folder tightly as she weaved through the morning rush on Fifth Avenue, her heels clicking anxiously against the pavement. The Manhattan air was brisk, filled with the sounds of honking cabs, hurried footsteps, and the hiss of steam rising from sidewalk grates.
This was it. Her first real shot at a job since graduating from college last month. Carrington Corp. wasn’t just any company, it was one of the most powerful firms in the country. Getting in would change everything.
“I just need one yes,” she whispered under her breath. “Just one.”
She was halfway through the crosswalk when the light changed. A luxury black Maserati roared around the corner too fast.
Before she could react, a tidal wave of gutter water splashed across her blouse, coat, and worse, her neatly printed résumé.
Zoe froze, drenched and livid.
The car jerked to a stop. The driver’s door swung open, and out stepped a man in a dark, custom-fitted suit that screamed expensive. He was tall, immaculately groomed, and devastatingly handsome in a cold, detached sort of way.
His steel-gray eyes scanned her from head to toe, stopping on the mess he’d made.
“You alright?” he asked, tone clipped and entirely unapologetic.
Zoe blinked. “You soaked me! And my résumé! Do I look alright to you?”
His brows twitched, just barely. “It’s Manhattan. People should know better than to cross mid-change.”
Her mouth dropped open. “Are you seriously blaming me?”
“I’m simply pointing out the facts.”
She stepped toward him, fury rising. “Well, here’s a fact: you drive like an arrogant jerk, and you owe me a dry shirt and a fresh set of documents.”
He gave a dry, amused exhale. “Noted. Anything else?”
Zoe scowled. “No. And I sincerely hope I never see your smug face again.”
He raised an eyebrow, clearly unaffected. “The feeling’s mutual.”
With that, he slid back into the driver’s seat and drove off, leaving her standing in the middle of the sidewalk wet, furious, and dangerously close to tears.
Forty-five minutes later…
Zoe sat in the marble lobby of Carrington Corp., hugging her coat tightly around her ruined blouse. The receptionist, a polite man with kind eyes and a name tag that read Kelvin, offered her a small smile.
“Someone will be with you shortly,” he said. “First interview of the day. You’re early.”
“Yeah,” she muttered, “just my luck.”
She tried not to focus on how sticky her clothes felt or how wrinkled her once-pristine papers were. All she had to do was survive this interview. Keep her cool. Prove herself.
The sound of the elevator dinging snapped her out of her thoughts.
She looked up.
And her heart stopped.
There he was.
The same man from earlier. Same cold eyes. Same arrogant walk. But this time, surrounded by assistants and people whispering his name with reverence.
“Mr. Carrington.”
Zoe’s stomach dropped.
Mr. Carrington?!
No. No, no, no…this had to be a nightmare.
Their eyes met.
Recognition flickered in his expression, followed by something dangerously close to amusement.
“Well, well,” he said, walking straight toward her. “You clean up well. Relatively.”
Zoe stood up slowly. “You… you’re the CEO?”
“I am.”
She tried to respond, but the words caught in her throat.
He turned to Kelvin without looking away from her. “Send her to my office. I’ll handle the interview personally.”
Kelvin blinked in surprise. “Of course, sir.”
Zoe’s pulse thundered in her ears. Oh God… I’m doomed.