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Seraphina’s POV 1

Claire patiently explained the workflow to me, her elegant voice weaving through the complexities of managing an Alpha’s schedule with the skill of someone who’d been doing this for decades. I found myself frantically scribbling notes, trying to capture every nuance of her

instructions.

“The key,” she said, adjusting her reading glasses as she pointed to a color-coded calendar system, “is anticipating his needs before he even realizes he has them. Damien operates three moves ahead of everyone else, so you need to think like a chess master, not a checkers

player.”

I nodded enthusiastically, feeling like a student absorbing wisdom from a master. “So the red entries are pack business, blue for

corporate meetings, and green for…?”

“Personal time. Though between you and me, he rarely takes it.” Claire’s expression softened with motherly concern. “That boy works

himself to the bone.”

We had established a surprisingly good working rhythm over the past few hours. Claire’s decades of experience paired with my fresh perspective created an unexpected synergy. The afternoon sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows bathed everything in a golden glow, and for the first time since arriving at Nightshadow Industries, I felt like maybe-just maybe-I could actually succeed

here.

“I need to take a call in the conference room,” Claire announced, glancing at her phone. “You’ll be fine on your own for a few minutes,

won’t you?”

“Of course,” I replied, feeling confident enough to flash her a genuine smile. “I’ll just review these notes and start organizing tomorrow’s

schedule.”

The moment Claire’s heels clicked away down the marble hallway, the office fell into a peaceful silence. I spread my notes across the

pristine desk, marveling at how different this felt from my cramped workspace at my previous job. Here, I had room to think, to breathe,

to actually-

*RING!*

The sharp sound of the phone cut through the tranquility like a knife through silk. My heart jumped into my throat as I stared at the

sleek black device, its red light blinking insistently.

I took a deep breath, smoothed my skirt, and lifted the receiver with what I hoped was confident grace.

office. Good afternoon, how may I help you?”

followed stretched for what felt like an eternity. Then, like thunder rolling across a clear sky,

“Ha! It’s you again!”

shiver down my spine. Why

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Nightshadow. It’s me again!” I managed to chirp, though my voice came out higher than intended. I cleared my throat and tried again.

that was even more terrifying than his anger had been. “As a matter of fact, I do have something for you.” His voice dropped to that dangerously smooth tone that made my wolf whimper in my mind. “I’ve decided to move up my weekend

nearly knocking over my coffee cup in the process. “Of course, sir. What time should I expect

entertaining mouse. “When I arrive tomorrow, I want

member.”

pen froze

could you repeat

Tomorrow evening. All fifteen department heads, their spouses if they have them, somewhere elegant but not

by the time I get there. Make sure to

the love of the

open. I stared at the phone as if it had suddenly sprouted fangs and started hissing at me. “What? Wait, sir,

of my job description! And today is almost over-I’m still familiarizing

out

as the sheer impossibility of his request hit me like a freight train.

unreasonable!”

followed was so complete I wondered if the line had gone dead. Then,

spoke:

Miss Knight.” Each word was precisely enunciated, sharp as broken glass.

and trust our pack to meet them. If you feel you can’t handle the job, you’re welcome

is still

line went dead with a decisive click that felt like a door

I stared at the phone in my hand as if it were a venomous snake.

listening

day-my FIRST DAY-my mysterious, terrifying boss was already making my

completely impossible task.

my eye

familiar heels clicking on marble announced Claire’s return. She took one look

understood what

the calm of someone who’d weathered many storms. “He called again,

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sure were slightly wild eyes. “He’s absolutely, completely, utterly insufferable! He wants me to organize some fancy dinner party for tomorrow night-fifteen

as simple

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