Claimed by the CEO

Anna Williams had always believed her life was predictable, like the steady ticking of the old clock in her father's study. Wake up. Go to work. Rush back home to check on her sick father. Repeat. Nothing extraordinary ever happened to her-at least, not until the day she collided head-on with Alexander Knight, the man whose name alone sent shivers through the business world.

The morning had started with chaos.

"Anna, the hospital bills are piling up again," her aunt sighed, voice weary as she folded another notice in her trembling hands. The papers scattered across the worn wooden table, each line of bold black print screaming one truth-her father's treatments were bleeding them dry.

Anna swallowed the lump in her throat. She worked two jobs, barely slept, and still, the money wasn't enough. Her father, once a proud architect, now lay weak and pale in a hospital bed, while she carried the weight of saving him.

"I'll find a way," Anna whispered, though her own voice trembled. She forced a smile for her aunt, grabbed her worn blazer, and stepped out into the city's biting morning air.

The subway was packed, her cheap heels pinching as she maneuvered through crowds. She clutched her portfolio-filled with résumés she'd been handing out endlessly-to her chest. Today, she had an interview at Knight Enterprises, one of the most powerful conglomerates in the country.

She hadn't expected much. Thousands wanted a job there, but she was desperate.

By the time Anna pushed through the revolving doors of the glass skyscraper, her nerves were in tatters. The building was intimidating, a gleaming fortress that screamed wealth and authority. Employees strode past in sleek suits, their polished shoes clicking against marble floors.

"Interviewees, sign here," a receptionist said, handing her a clipboard.

Anna signed, sat, and rehearsed answers in her head. She barely noticed when the elevator doors opened, or when the atmosphere shifted-voices dropping, whispers spreading like wildfire.

Then she saw him.

Alexander Knight.

He didn't walk into the lobby-he commanded it. Tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in an impeccably tailored black suit, he exuded cold authority. His expression was unreadable, jaw set like stone, and his dark eyes scanned the room with the sharpness of a blade.

People straightened in their seats, employees scrambled to greet him, but Alexander ignored them all, heading straight for the elevators. His presence was suffocating, magnetic in a way that made Anna's breath hitch.

She told herself to look away. She didn't belong in his world. But fate, cruel as always, had other plans.

As she stood to adjust her portfolio, someone bumped into her, sending her papers flying across the floor.

"No, no, no..." Anna scrambled, kneeling to gather the scattered sheets. One page skidded across the polished marble-straight to Alexander's feet.

He stopped.

For a moment, silence filled the lobby. Anna froze, mortified, as his gaze dropped to the paper. Slowly, he bent, picked it up, and glanced at the résumé in his hand.

His dark brows