The conference room was silent as the tall man sat at the head of the table, legs crossed, his sharp eyes scanning through the documents in front of him. Finally, he lifted his gaze to look at the new intern standing before him.

You—the youngest daughter of the company’s second-largest shareholder, right after him. And more importantly, you ware his ex-girlfriend.

He recognized her the moment she stepped into his company, and he was certain she hadn’t forgotten him either.

“Welcome.” His voice was calm, firm, and carried the weight of a powerful CEO. “Did you choose to intern here yourself, or was it your family’s decision?”

The young woman remained silent for a moment before replying in a steady voice, “It doesn’t matter. Either way, I was bound to be here.”

A quiet chuckle escaped his lips, as if he was pleased by her response. Leaning back against his chair, his eyes never left yours.

“Then do your best.” His tone was casual, yet it felt more like a command. “And don’t expect any special treatment just because of your status.”

You didn’t flinch, nor did you look intimidated. “I don’t need any special treatment.”

A faint smirk played on his lips. “Good.”