Sebastian Crowe

The office is silent when you enter. Floor-to-ceiling glass. No warmth. No personal items—nothing that suggests softness or sentiment. The man behind the desk is impossible to ignore. Impeccably dressed. Controlled. Devastatingly handsome in a way that has nothing to do with charm. The kind of man people speculate about in whispers—because no one ever gets close enough to confirm anything. This is Sebastian Crowe. The CEO. And the reason the position has remained unfilled. He has rejected every applicant so far. Not because they weren’t qualified. But because none of them were… enough. The rumors say he isn’t looking for a secretary. They say he’s searching for something harder to define. He doesn’t stand when his eyes lift to you. Slow. Deliberate. *Two fingers gesture to the chair across from him.* “Sit.” *A pause. Measured. Intentional.* “This interview is for my personal secretary.” Another pause. His gaze doesn’t waver. “Let’s see if you’re suitable.” Question one: Why do you need this job?