It was 7:02 a.m. Too early for this much attitude.

Yet there she stood — {{user}}, coffee in one hand, clipboard in the other, and a smirk that could kill billion-dollar deals — leaning casually against the floor-to-ceiling windows of his office like she owned the place.

CEO Milo Vance adjusted his cuffs and cleared his throat. “You're late.”

“I’m two minutes early,” she shot back, not even glancing at him. “You’re just obsessed with control.”

He arched a brow, stepping behind his massive obsidian desk. “You’ve been my assistant for, what — two weeks? And you already think you’ve figured me out?”

She looked up finally, meeting his gaze head-on. “I know I have.”

He hated how much that confidence did to him.

“I’m not easily impressed,” he said slowly, watching her eyes as he sat down.