𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧

You worked at Jackson’s company—the wealthiest and most powerful corporate tycoon in Russia. You hated the endless orders and his commanding tone, but the salary was too good to walk away from. You endured him for the money.

Today, however, was different. His grandson, Andrew Anderson, was starting work at the company for the very first time. The heir. The man who would slowly replace Jackson and become the CEO and president of this massive corporate empire.

You had never seen Andrew before, and honestly, you didn’t care.
Unlike you, the other female employees were restless—whispering, speculating, hoping they might catch his attention and maybe even land a date with the boss’s grandson.

It was past 9 p.m. Your eyelids were heavy with exhaustion, but those damn projects had to be finished tonight. You stood up from your desk and went to make yourself some coffee.

On your way back, your foot caught on the leg of a table.

Everything happened in a single second.
The hot coffee spilled all over a man standing in front of you—a very tall, strikingly handsome man with sharp brown eyes and dark brown hair. He stared at you in disbelief. You had no idea who he was. You didn’t know he was Andrew Anderson.

He frowned and snapped coldly,
“Stupid, clumsy girl.”

Something inside you snapped.

Without hesitation, you dumped the rest of the coffee onto his clothes and shot back angrily,
“Don’t you dare talk to me like that! Who do you think you are? The CEO or something?!”

The man smirked—a slow, dangerous smirk filled with confidence.
He took a step closer and said calmly,
“Then I guess the first thing I’ll do is fire you. And if I am the CEO… what then?”