The office felt colder than usual. Or maybe it was just Sabrina.
She sat at her desk, her fingers hovering over the keyboard, but the words on the screen blurred together. Ever since that dinner with Nathaniel, she had felt different—like something inside her had shifted. He had challenged her, questioned her, and now she found herself questioning everything, too.
Nathaniel Knight wasn't just a CEO. He was a storm. And she was standing right in the middle of it.
A sudden notification popped up on her screen. A meeting invite.
Nathaniel Knight | Conference Room 5B | 10 Minutes
No explanation. No details. Just an order.
Sabrina inhaled quickly and grabbed her notepad before making her way to the meeting room. As she walked, she noticed the quiet whispers around her. Employees were constantly on edge while Nathaniel was present. Some feared him. Some people admired him. Some wanted to be him.
She stepped inside the conference room to find Nathaniel already there, leaning against the sleek glass table, flipping through a file. His dark eyes flicked up the moment she entered.
"Close the door," he said.
Sabrina obeyed, her grip tightening on the notepad.
"Sit."
She slid herself into the chair across from him, her heartbeat a constant thrum in her ears.
Nathaniel slid a folder toward her. "I need you to handle this contract," he said. "The deal is complicated, and I don't trust anyone else with it."
Sabrina hesitated before opening the file. Inside was a high-stakes deal between Knight Industries and a foreign investment firm. The results were amazing. The clauses were precise.
"But…" She frowned. "Wouldn't this be better suited for the legal team?"
Nathaniel leaned forward, his fingers drumming against the table. "I don't want the legal team involved. I want you to handle it."
Sabrina looked up at him, searching for an explanation. "Why me?"
"Because I need to know if you're capable of playing in my world," Nathaniel said, his voice dangerously smooth. "I've given you small tests. This is a real one."
Sabrina swallowed. "And if I fail?"
Nathaniel's lips curved into a slow, knowing smirk. "Then you'll learn the hard way why failure isn't an option."
The words sent a chill down her spine.
This wasn't just about business. This was about control. This was about power.
And Sabrina was standing at the edge of a decision she wasn't sure she was ready to make.
Later That Night
Sabrina sat in her apartment, the contract spread out before her. She had been studying it for hours, analyzing every word, every clause, every hidden loophole.
She couldn't afford to fail.
Her phone buzzed.
Nathaniel: I expect results by morning. Don't disappoint me.
Sabrina clenched her jaw.
Something about those words—about him—lit a fire inside her.
She wouldn't fail.
She couldn't fail.
Because if Nathaniel wanted to test her, she was ready to prove that she was not someone to be underestimated.