"Right away, sir. I'll get on it immediately," Yvette replied, her eyes flashing with a thrill of hidden ambition.

She power-walked toward the document room, casually pulling a compact mirror from her pocket to do a rapid check of her makeup.

This was her first week at the company, and the very first time she would be in the same room as lan Goodwin. For her, even a mundane task like passing out files and pouring coffee was a golden opportunity to get on his radar.

Using the reflection of the glass window in the document room, she meticulously adjusted her hair and smoothed down her tailored skirt suit, making absolutely sure she looked flawless.

The face staring back at her was young, gorgeous, and glowing with vitality-though her eyes betrayed a hungry, calculating edge.

Unlike the other drones at Goodwin & Co., she had elite connections backing her up. That was what gave her the audacity to dream this big.

She thought back to her aunt's brutal assessment of lan's ex-wife.

"So what if she's some genius scientist? A woman who refuses to give the Goodwin family an heir is fundamentally flawed."

Men-especially impossibly rich, powerful men like lan Goodwin-always needed sons to inherit their empires at the end of the day.

All she had to do was bide her time and play her cards perfectly when the moment arose to show him exactly what she had to offer.

This could be the turning point of her entire life.

At two minutes to ten, Yvette carried the heavy stack of dossiers into the boardroom. Over a dozen senior executives were already seated, murmuring in low voices. The chair at the head of the table was empty. Keeping her eyes fixed forward, Yvette moved with sharp, practiced efficiency, placing a file flawlessly in front of every seat to prove her competence.

Suddenly, the sound of heavy footsteps and Gavin Young's low voice echoed from the hallway.

Yvette's pulse skyrocketed. She instantly straightened her posture and stepped to the side, lowering her eyes in a perfect display of respectful submission.

lan strode into the room, radiating absolute authority. He walked straight to the head of the table and took his seat with effortless grace, his gaze sweeping over the room. For half a second his eyes landed on Yvette before dismissing her entirely.

"Let's begin," he commanded, his voice dark and smooth.

The meeting commenced. As the administrative assistant for the session, Yvette was tasked with taking minutes and refreshing drinks.

She went out of her way to appear hyper-competent and professional, executing every movement smoothly and silently, ensuring she was helpful without being a distraction.

For the entire hour, lan's focus never wavered from the business at hand. He fired off razor-sharp questions, tearing into reports, only occasionally pausing to take a sip of water.

Yvette watched him from her peripheral vision, her heart hammering against her ribs.

When the meeting finally wrapped up, the executives filed out. Yvette stayed behind to clean up the coffee cups and gather the files. As she picked up the dossier in front of

lan's chal she noticed of

scribbled a few project figures in the margins. The handwriting was aggressive, elegant, and

commanding-exactly like the man himself.

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Yvette bit her lip, admiring the script. Almost unconsciously, her manicured fingers traced the heavy indentations his pen had left on the paper. A shiver of pure infatuation ran through her.

lan Goodwin was truly a man no woman could resist.

She finished clearing the room and floated back to her desk. Just as she sat down, her internal phone rang.

She picked it up immediately. "Hello, Yvette speaking."

"Miss Wallace, please report to HR immediately to fill out a reassignment request."

A cold spike of dread pierced Yvette's chest. "Why?"

"We just received orders from the

top. Your position is being

restructured and you are being transferred. The official details have already been sent to your corporate email. The administrative director wilt brief you on your new role and handover protocols."

Yvette's mind went completely blank. A loud ringing filled her ears. "How is this possible?" She had only been here a week! Plus, her uncle had pulled major strings

to get her on this floor. Who had the authority to randomly transfer her?