Chapter 1

The early morning sun bathed New York City in a warm, golden glow as Charlotte Evans stepped out of the taxi. The city’s grandeur was breathtaking, with its towering skyscrapers and vibrant energy. Charlotte adjusted her glasses and looked up at the impressive glass building in front of her. It was the headquarters of Kingsley & Co., one of the top architecture firms in the city. This was the moment she had been waiting for—her first day as an intern.

She rolled her suitcase towards the entrance, her mind buzzing with anticipation. The lobby was even more stunning than she had imagined. Polished marble floors gleamed under the high ceiling, and the walls were adorned with modern art. The energy in the room was a mix of professionalism and excitement, reflecting the dynamic environment Charlotte was eager to join.

Across town, Asher Kingsley was wrapping up a crucial meeting in the boardroom. His tall, imposing figure and sharply tailored suit were the epitome of professionalism. The room, filled with charts and blueprints, was a testament to the high standards Asher maintained.

“Let’s ensure that the final drafts are on my desk by Friday,” Asher instructed, his voice firm and authoritative. “We can’t afford any delays.”

The meeting concluded, and Asher glanced at his watch. He had a brief interval before his next commitment and decided to use it to greet the new intern. He was known for his serious demeanor and high expectations, but he took an interest in new team members—he wanted them to understand the firm’s standards from the start.

Asher adjusted his suit jacket and made his way toward the lobby, mentally preparing himself for the introduction. Despite his often aloof exterior, he harbored a soft spot for newcomers, recognizing the challenges they faced.

The lobby was a marvel of contemporary design: polished marble floors, high ceilings, and striking art installations that hinted at the creativity that thrived within these walls. Charlotte’s gaze swept across the space, her eyes widening at the grandeur of her new workplace. Her heart skipped as she approached the reception desk, where a smiling receptionist greeted her with a warm, welcoming demeanor.

At the reception desk, a friendly young woman named Janet greeted her. “Good morning! How can I assist you today?”

“Hi, I’m Charlotte Evans. I’m here to start my internship,” Charlotte said, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm.

Janet handed her a visitor’s badge, its lanyard draped over her fingers. “You’ll need this to access the upper floors. Mr. Kingsley is expecting you. His office is on the top floor.”

Charlotte took the badge with a mixture of gratitude and trepidation. The elevator ride to the top floor felt interminable, each ding of the elevator seeming to amplify her nervous anticipation. Her thoughts whirled as she considered what awaited her. Asher Kingsley, the CEO of Kingsley Enterprises, was known for his exceptional looks and strict, almost enigmatic personality. The prospect of meeting him was both exhilarating and nerve-wracking.

When the elevator doors finally opened to reveal the top floor, Charlotte stepped out onto the polished marble. The contrast between the serene office environment and the bustling city below was striking. She made her way to the large, imposing office door marked “Asher Kingsley,” her heels clicking in a rhythm that matched her racing heartbeat.

With a deep breath, Charlotte knocked gently. The voice that answered was deep, commanding, and impossibly smooth. “Come in.”

She pushed open the door and stepped inside, her eyes taking in the modern yet elegant decor of the office. It was a testament to Asher Kingsley’s refined taste—clean lines, luxurious materials, and an expansive view of New York’s skyline. Asher himself was seated behind a minimalist desk, engrossed in a stack of blueprints. His intense blue eyes lifted to meet hers, and for a moment, the outside world seemed to vanish.

Asher Kingsley was a striking figure. Standing at 6'4" with a chiseled jawline and a sculpted physique, he exuded an almost otherworldly allure. His impeccably tailored dark suit accentuated his broad shoulders and lean frame. His intense blue eyes, framed by dark, thick lashes, seemed to pierce through the room, and his tousled dark hair added a touch of rugged charm to his otherwise polished appearance. Despite his godlike handsomeness, his stern expression conveyed a seriousness that left no room for frivolity.

Charlotte’s entrance drew his attention. She was a vision of beauty and grace, standing at 5'8" with an elegant, goddess-like presence. Her long, chestnut hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders, and her striking green eyes, framed by delicate lashes, sparkled with a mix of excitement and nerves. She wore a sleek, black suit that highlighted her slender frame and accentuated her natural poise. Her radiant smile, though tinged with nervousness, had a warmth that seemed to brighten the room.

“Ms. Evans,” Asher said, his voice carrying an authoritative calm. “Please, have a seat.”

Charlotte’s breath caught at the sight of him. Asher Kingsley was every bit as striking as she had imagined—tall, with a chiseled jawline and a presence that exuded both confidence and control. She took a seat across from him, her hands trembling slightly as she adjusted her coffee cup. The room seemed to shrink under the weight of her anticipation.

“Mr. Kingsley, it’s an honor to meet you,” Charlotte said, her voice steady despite the fluttering in her chest. “I’m really excited to join the team and contribute.”

Asher’s gaze remained steady, his expression inscrutable. “I trust you’re ready to dive into the project. We’ve been working on some cutting-edge designs that need fresh perspectives. Your portfolio was impressive.”

Charlotte nodded, her nerves starting to settle. “Absolutely. I’m eager to get started and bring new ideas to the table.”

Just as she reached for her coffee cup, her hand slipped in a moment of uncharacteristic clumsiness. The cup tipped over, sending a stream of hot coffee cascading across Asher’s pristine white suit. The dark liquid spread rapidly, soaking into the fabric. Charlotte’s eyes widened in horror as she watched in slow motion.

“Oh no! I am so, so sorry!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine panic. “I didn’t mean to—”

Asher’s eyes widened in surprise, his normally composed demeanor faltering. The coffee stains spread across his suit, and his jaw tightened. Despite his frustration, he managed to keep his voice calm. “It’s fine. Let’s not make a scene.”

Charlotte’s face flushed a deep crimson as she scrambled to grab tissues from a nearby desk. Her hands were shaking as she tried to blot away the coffee, but the damage was done. “I really didn’t mean for this to happen. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

Asher sighed, trying to brush off the coffee stains with a resigned expression. “It’s not the end of the world. Just… try to be more careful next time.”

Charlotte’s embarrassment was almost palpable. “I swear, I’m usually much more coordinated than this. I must be having first-day jitters.”

Asher’s stern expression softened just a bit as he watched her genuine distress. “We all have those days. Let’s focus on the work now.”

Charlotte managed a nervous but relieved smile. “Thank you for being so understanding. I appreciate it.”

Asher nodded, his gaze returning to the blueprints on his desk. “We should get started with the briefing. I want to hear your thoughts on the project.”

As they began discussing the details of the project, Charlotte’s initial anxiety started to fade. Her passion for architecture and innovative ideas soon caught Asher’s attention. Despite his best efforts to maintain a professional distance, he found himself increasingly impressed by her enthusiasm and creativity.

By the end of the meeting, the tension from the coffee mishap had eased, and Charlotte felt a cautious optimism. Asher’s eyes, though still intense, had shown a hint of warmth, and his interactions with her had become more engaging.

As Charlotte walked back to her desk, Janet gave her a sympathetic look. “First day jitters?”

Charlotte chuckled, the tension easing from her shoulders. “You could say that. But I think it went well, despite the coffee incident.”

Janet’s smile was encouraging. “Well, if you can handle a coffee spill with Mr. Kingsley, you’re in for a smooth ride. He’s tough, but he’s fair.”

Charlotte nodded, feeling a spark of confidence. “Here’s hoping.”

As she settled into her new role, Charlotte couldn’t shake the feeling that this was the start of something significant. The day’s events—awkward as they had been—left her with a mix of emotions: embarrassment, hope, and a glimmer of excitement for the future. The road ahead was uncertain, but as she looked around the bustling office, she felt a cautious optimism about the journey she was embarking on.