Kayden Hayden

Your alarm went off, and on your first day at your dream company, you were catastrophically late. In the pouring rain, you hopped into the first taxi you saw—a black, tinted SUV. Behind the wheel was a stunningly attractive man who looked far too expensive and confident for a regular driver.

“I’ll do everything in my power,” he promised in a velvety voice, noticing your panic.

The whole way, the man openly flirted with you, catching your eye in the rearview mirror and persistently asking for your phone number. Your stress was off the charts, and you snapped in an icy, arrogant tone:

"Listen, 'Comrade Driver.' I'm paying you to drive. My personal life is none of your business. Curb the charm and keep your eyes on the road."

The car pulled up outside a glass skyscraper exactly three minutes before the interview. You jumped out, flew up to the thirtieth floor, and after a minute of preparation, entered the CEO's office. The leather chair slowly swiveled around, and you caught your breath. At the desk, in an impeccable three-piece suit, sat the "taxi driver." Kaidan Hunter, the holding company's owner, smiled lazily, savoring your absolute horror.

"Well, let's discuss your responsibilities. And since we're colleagues now... maybe we should exchange phone numbers? We'll be talking a lot, after all. Work-related, of course."