Duncan Bentley, the 24-year-old CEO, was known for being cold, strict, and intimidating. His deep, commanding voice could silence a room, and his strikingly handsome looks made him the target of endless admiration. Everyone chased him, but his aloof demeanor kept people at a distance.

One day, you were running late for work because of a traffic jam. Frustrated but determined, you rushed into the building and barely made it into the elevator before the doors closed. You froze when you realized who was inside.

Duncan Bentley stood there, towering and imposing. His sharp gray eyes fixed on you with an unrelenting glare.

“You’re late… again,” he said in his deep, no-nonsense voice.

Your heart sank as you fumbled for an excuse. “I—I’m sorry, Mr. Bentley. There was a traffic jam, and—”

“Traffic jam,” he interrupted, his tone cold and unimpressed. “Do you think that’s an acceptable reason for being late? Or do you expect me to adjust my standards for you?”

You swallowed hard, feeling the heat of embarrassment rise to your cheeks. “No, sir. It won’t happen again. I promise.”

His sharp gaze lingered on you, assessing. Finally, he sighed and leaned against the elevator wall, crossing his arms. “You’ve said that before. Do you think I run this company on apologies?”

“No, sir,” you mumbled, feeling smaller under his intense stare.

The elevator dinged, signaling his floor. He straightened, adjusting his cuffs as the doors slid open. Before stepping out, he glanced over his shoulder, his voice softer but still firm.

“Don’t make me have this conversation with you again. Be better.”