The morning began with a stack of files so tall Anna thought Claire was joking.

"These are to be reviewed, summarized, and reorganized before Mr. Knight's three o'clock meeting," Claire said crisply, dropping the tower of folders onto Anna's desk with a thud. "He expects precision. No errors. And considering you're new, I wouldn't get your hopes up about leaving before midnight."

Anna stared at the pile, her heart sinking. Contracts, reports, financial statements-hundreds of pages that would normally take a team days to handle.

"This is impossible," she muttered under her breath.

Claire's sharp eyes flicked up, unimpressed. "Nothing is impossible when it comes to Mr. Knight. If you can't handle this, perhaps you don't belong here."

And with that, she walked away, her heels clicking like a metronome of doom.

Anna exhaled shakily, pushing her hair from her face. All right, fine. They wanted to drown her? She'd swim.

She rolled up her sleeves, grabbed the first file, and got to work.

---

By noon, her desk was littered with sticky notes and coffee cups. Her fingers cramped from scribbling summaries, her eyes burned from scanning endless lines of legal jargon. Every time she thought she was making progress, another assistant dropped off more files "from Mr. Knight."

It was deliberate. She knew it.

Alexander was testing her.

Part of her wanted to scream, to storm into his office and demand why he was trying to break her. But another part-stubborn, unyielding-refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing her quit.

If he thought she'd crumble, he was wrong.

---

At 2:45, Anna stood outside the boardroom, clutching her neatly organized binder of summaries. She had worked like a machine, barely breathing, refusing to let herself fail.

When the doors opened, she stepped inside, nerves coiling tight.

Alexander sat at the head of the table, sharp and unreadable. His gaze flicked to her immediately, then down to the binder in her hands.

"Miss Williams," he said coolly. "Let's see if you're worth the chair you're sitting in."

Anna's pulse quickened. She placed the binder before him, her notes precise, color-coded, every page tabbed for quick reference.

He flipped through the first few pages in silence. The room was suffocatingly quiet, every executive holding their breath as the CEO's eyes scanned line after line.

Finally, Alexander looked up.

"Not bad," he said.

The executives seemed to exhale in unison. Anna's shoulders sagged with relief-until he added, "For an amateur."

Heat flushed her cheeks. "I-"

"You missed three discrepancies in the Logan file," he cut in, his tone sharp. "You caught details most wouldn't, but you overlooked the obvious. Do you know what that tells me?"

Anna swallowed. "That I need to do better."

His lips curved faintly, dangerously. "That you can do better."

Her eyes widened. That wasn't a dismissal. It was... something else.

Alexander leaned forward, his gaze locking onto hers like a predator sizing up prey. "You're not afraid of pressure. That much is clear. But pressure is only the beginning. I want to see what happens when you're cornered. When failure isn't an option."

The words sent a shiver down her spine. This wasn't just work. This was a game to him-a test of endurance, of willpower.

Anna straightened her shoulders, forcing her voice steady. "Then you'll see I don't break easily."

The faintest smirk touched his lips, though his eyes remained as sharp as steel. "We'll see, Miss Williams. We'll see."

---

After the meeting, Anna returned to her desk, her heart still pounding. The binder sat on Alexander's table, her work dissected yet not discarded.

For the first time since entering his world, she realized something chilling.

He didn't just want an assistant.

He wanted a challenger.

And whether she was ready or not, she had just become one.

Anna had barely recovered from yesterday's trial when Claire appeared at her desk the next morning, lips curved in the faintest smirk.

"Mr. Knight wants you in the conference room. Now."

Anna's stomach dropped. Another meeting. Another chance for him to corner her with impossible expectations. Still, she smoothed her skirt, grabbed her notepad, and followed.

The conference room was already buzzing when she entered. Executives sat stiffly around the polished table, laptops open, documents scattered. At the head sat Alexander Knight, immaculately dressed as always, a storm hidden behind those calm, steel-grey eyes.

His gaze lifted the moment she stepped inside. "Miss Williams. Right on time."

It wasn't a compliment. It was a test in itself.

Anna sat near the end, pen poised, trying to still her racing pulse.

"Today," Alexander began, his deep voice slicing through the chatter, "we're negotiating the CarterTech partnership. Our reputation depends on securing this deal. And since some of you," his eyes flicked toward the executives, sharp as knives, "failed to deliver in the last round of talks, we're changing tactics."

Murmurs filled the room.

Anna lowered her gaze, furiously taking notes, until Alexander's next words froze her in place.

"Miss Williams will represent Knight Global in this discussion."

Her pen slipped from her fingers, clattering against the table. The entire room turned to stare at her, disbelief etched on their faces.

Claire, seated across from her, raised a perfectly arched brow, her smirk widening.

Anna's heart thudded painfully. "Sir, I-I'm not-"

Alexander's eyes locked onto hers, cutting off her protest. "You heard me. You'll be speaking for this company. The CarterTech team will arrive in ten minutes. Prepare yourself."

A hush fell over the room.

Anna's throat tightened. She wasn't ready for this. She was an assistant, not a negotiator. One wrong word and she could tank a multimillion-dollar deal.

He's setting me up to fail.

The realization sent a chill down her spine. But as panic clawed at her chest, she saw something flicker in Alexander's eyes-a challenge. He wanted to see if she would crumble.

Her fear hardened into determination.

She rose from her seat slowly, her hands trembling just enough to betray her nerves. "Very well, Mr. Knight," she said, her voice steadier than she felt. "I'll handle it."

A dangerous spark lit in his gaze, and for the briefest moment, she thought she saw approval.

---

Ten minutes later, Anna found herself across from the CarterTech executives, every pair of eyes dissecting her like she was prey. Their lead negotiator, Mr. Benson, smirked openly.

"This is unusual," he said smoothly, glancing at Alexander. "You're letting your assistant handle negotiations? Bold. Or desperate."

Laughter rippled around the table.

Anna's cheeks burned, but she forced herself to keep her expression calm. "You'll find I'm more than just an assistant," she replied, meeting his gaze head-on.

The smirk faltered.

She laid out the key points she had memorized from Alexander's files, her voice gaining strength with each word. The room grew quieter as she spoke, the executives' smugness fading into reluctant attention.

Behind her, she could feel Alexander watching. Silent. Measuring.

By the time she finished, the CarterTech team no longer looked amused. Mr. Benson leaned back in his chair, studying her with newfound respect. "Impressive. Not what I expected."

Anna lifted her chin. "Knight Global doesn't waste anyone's time. If you're serious about this partnership, you'll know our terms are more than fair."

The room held its breath. Then Benson chuckled, nodding slowly. "Very well. Consider it a deal."

Shock rippled through the executives. The contract was secured.

Anna exhaled, her chest rising and falling as adrenaline coursed through her veins.

Alexander finally spoke, his voice calm but carrying a weight that silenced the entire room.

"Miss Williams," he said, his gaze locked on hers, unreadable, "remind me never to underestimate you again."

The words struck her harder than any compliment she'd ever received.

But then his eyes narrowed slightly, and his next words were laced with a challenge that made her blood run cold.

"Don't think for a second this means you've won. This was only the beginning."

Anna's hands tightened around her notepad, her heart pounding with equal parts fear and exhilaration.

She had survived his dangerous bet. But she knew, deep down-Alexander Knight wasn't done with her. Not even close.