Aria Quinn stood at the door of the CEO’s office, file in hand, hesitating just for a moment before knocking lightly. The voice inside was cool and unemotional, like someone flipping a switch: “Come in.”

She pushed the door open and stepped inside. As usual, Alexander Blake sat behind his desk, eyes glued to his screen like it was the only thing in the world that mattered. It was as if the rest of the universe had vanished, leaving just him, the file in his hand, and the glow of his computer. She placed the document on his desk, but her gaze couldn’t help drifting over to his face, as stone-cold and intense as ever.

That face... it was always so rigid, like it was carved from marble. His eyes were deep, like they could see through everything, yet somehow, they seemed to look past anything that mattered. Aria often found herself wondering why the guy seemed to look at the world like it was stuck in grayscale.

Day after day, she picked up on the smallest things—his lips never so much as twitched into a smile. He kept them tight, his brow furrowed in some kind of permanent frown, like even the tiniest emotional slip might send him spiraling. She couldn't tell if she was reading too much into it, but there was always this vibe like he was fighting some invisible battle, like an unseen pressure weighed him down. That oppressive energy around him felt like an invisible net, quietly wrapping around him, sending out waves of cold that no one dared touch.

Every now and then, after late-night meetings, he’d stop what he was doing and look out the window. His gaze would go distant, like he was seeing something beyond the glass—some far-off future or a dream that only he could ever reach.

And then, almost like clockwork, his eyes would dart up to the camera in the corner of the room. It was subtle, but there was something about it that made Aria wonder if he was looking at something else, something hidden—like there was a secret, or maybe even a warning buried somewhere, just out of sight.

That little habit made her think: Was he hiding something? Was there a side to him, buried deep under all that cold, calculated exterior, that longed for something real? She wasn’t naive enough to think that Alexander Blake—one of the most composed, rational men in the game—didn’t have a soft side. But damn, his face sure never gave anything away. He was like a statue that no one could figure out how to warm up, no matter how hard they tried.

Two months later, on a gray, overcast afternoon, Aria finished tidying up the files on her desk and was about to head out when her phone rang. It was his voice, just as icy as ever: “I’m giving you a ride home after work.” The tone left no room for debate—like this was some kind of done deal.

Aria froze for a second, caught off guard. Suddenly, her stomach did this little flip, a heat spreading in her chest that she couldn’t quite explain. She’d never expected him to take the initiative like this. Sure, she’d heard all the gossip around the office—nothing more than whispered rumors about his cold, workaholic ways—but still, this wasn’t something she saw coming. She opened her mouth to politely refuse, but before she could get a word out, his voice cut in again, deadpan: “No reason to refuse.” The words were devoid of feeling, but there was an undertone, like a subtle threat woven in there.

Aria cleared her throat, cheeks flushing with a bit of embarrassment. “But... I’m fine taking a cab,” she stammered, avoiding his eyes as her heart started to beat faster.

Blake didn’t waste a second more. He just lowered his head, his fingers clicking on the keyboard without a single word. The room went dead quiet, except for the sound of keys clacking and the faint hum of the city outside. Aria turned to leave, but just as her hand touched the door, his voice broke the silence once again, the same cold, commanding tone: “Wait for me downstairs.”

Her heart skipped a beat, and suddenly she was powerless to say no. She gave a quick nod and almost bolted for the elevator, her mind racing with a thousand thoughts, none of which she was ready to deal with.

When she reached the lobby, a sleek Koenigsegg rolled up in front of her, purring like a lion on the prowl. The car’s body was like a shiny silver blade cutting through the air, its design so smooth it almost looked like it was meant to slice through the wind. The window slid down, and there was Blake, his gaze as sharp and unbothered as ever. The luxury of the car was obvious, but Blake’s face stayed the same—stone-cold, unreadable.

Aria’s throat went dry, her thoughts all jumbled together. She lowered her gaze, mumbling, “I... really don’t want to bother you...” She could barely get the words out, not daring to meet his eyes.

But Blake wasn’t having any of it. He opened the door and extended his hand toward her. His hand was icy cold, like it could freeze anything it touched. Her heartbeat kicked into overdrive as she gave in, letting out a little sigh and finally saying, “Alright…”

She hesitated, sliding into the car, the door clicking shut behind her. The interior was quiet and luxurious, the leather seats soft and the air in the car almost too still. Every detail screamed wealth and style, and yet, it felt like there was something heavy hanging in the air between them, something unspoken. The dashboard lights flickered softly, the world outside rushing by, while everything inside the car seemed to stand still, like time had paused for just the two of them.

The Koenigsegg’s engine growled to life, vibrating the whole car as it took off, the streets outside blurring past like scenes in a movie. The buildings and crowds disappeared into the tinted windows, leaving Aria alone with her thoughts. She leaned back against the seat, her mind a mess of nerves and confusion. The atmosphere in the car felt like it was shifting—tightening, almost.

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Blake, meanwhile, remained completely focused on the road, not a word passing his lips. Every now and then, he’d glance at the rearview mirror, but his focus never wavered. The silence in the car grew thick, like it was pushing in on her chest with every breath she took. It felt like there was some kind of unspoken weight to the air, something deep and heavy that neither of them was willing to acknowledge.

In that moment, Aria couldn’t help but wonder if she was the only one feeling the tension, or if Blake was just as aware of the unspoken current between them.

The atmosphere in the car was still as suffocatingly quiet as a tomb. Alexander Blake’s eyes never strayed from the road ahead, as though all the noise in the world didn’t even reach him. The view outside the window flashed by like a river, but the silence in the car weighed heavily on Aria Quinn, suffocating her like a thick fog she couldn’t escape.

The car slowed, the tires grazing over a pothole, and it was only then that Alexander spoke, his voice as flat as a stone, not a flicker of emotion in it: "Heard that Tian Sheng Group went belly-up recently."

Aria blinked, momentarily caught off guard. She quickly gathered her thoughts and nodded, "Yeah, I heard. They folded pretty fast, no warning signs."

"Folded fast?" Alexander murmured, sounding almost indifferent, like it wasn’t a surprise at all. His eyes remained fixed on the road as if he were asking offhand, "You think it was poor management, or more about the market changes that did them in?"

Aria hesitated for a second. She was used to responding when he asked, but the question felt a little loaded, like there was something else he was probing for. Trying to relax, she replied, "I’d say Tian Sheng’s issues weren’t just management changes. The market’s been shifting quickly, especially the past few years. Consumers' needs have evolved a lot, and it seems Tian Sheng didn’t adapt fast enough."

"Consumer needs?" Alexander didn’t even glance at her, just responded coldly, "Yeah, the market’s always changing. But if a company’s slow to react to those changes, it’s not just external problems they’re facing."

Aria frowned slightly, a nagging unease creeping up inside her, but she pressed on, sticking to what she knew best. "I agree. The external changes matter, but often the real problem lies within the company itself. Tian Sheng clearly didn’t notice this. They relied too much on old market tactics and didn’t innovate."

"Innovation," Alexander repeated the word with an almost indifferent tone, like it wasn’t something that had ever really struck a chord with him. "So, if the issue’s innovation, what companies do you think are actually pulling it off in today’s market?"

That made Aria pause for a second. She knew Alexander was steering her deeper into the conversation, so she gathered her thoughts and answered, "These days, a lot of companies are trying to innovate, but not many are doing it well. Especially the bigger ones. Once a company gets to a certain size, they get stuck in their ways, and the pace of innovation slows down. Like Tian Sheng—they fell behind because they couldn’t keep up with their competitors."

Alexander didn’t seem particularly impressed with her answer, almost like it was exactly what he expected. "Competitors pulling ahead—sounds reasonable. But as an exec, how do you think a company should maintain its edge while ensuring long-term survival?"

Aria paused, sensing the hint of a test behind his words. She couldn’t help but feel a little nervous, but she pushed through. "I think keeping a company alive in the long term means constantly strengthening its core competitiveness. It’s not just about product innovation—it’s also about improving management, branding, and technology. A lot of companies fail not because of stronger competitors, but because they lose their ability to evolve in the face of crisis."

"Ability to evolve," Alexander murmured, his voice unchanged. He paused for a moment, then asked, "What do you think a real 'crisis' is? Market pressure, or internal company mistakes?"

That question threw Aria for a loop. She thought about it for a second, pulling together the pieces of what she had seen in the industry recently. "I think real crises aren’t just about external pressure. More often than not, it’s internal mistakes that make the real impact. When a company faces outside challenges, if the leadership doesn’t have a clear direction or fails to react quickly, that’s when the real danger hits."

Alexander’s gaze never wavered from the road. He didn’t seem surprised by her answer. In fact, he nodded slightly. "Seems like you get what a crisis really is. So, in a situation like that, do you think you’d be able to make clear-headed decisions?"

Aria felt a bit confused by the question, but she tried to answer from her own perspective. "I think keeping a clear head is essential, especially in uncertain situations. We all have to try to stay level-headed, not let emotions get in the way, and make rational decisions."

The car rolled into a quieter part of town. The buildings grew shorter, and the light softened. Alexander still didn’t look at her, just kept talking. "Rational decisions, yeah, that’s key. But if you find yourself in a totally unexpected crisis, can you rely on your past experience to react fast enough?"

Aria sighed lightly. She knew she had to stay calm, but the growing unease inside her was hard to shake. "Well, that’s always a challenge, right? Because unexpected situations usually mean things are out of left field, maybe even something you’ve never faced before. But I believe that with the right teamwork, we can figure out a solution."

"Teamwork," Alexander repeated, as though the topic wasn’t offering him any new insights. "Alright. So, when facing external threats, what do you think is the most crucial decision? Is it to fight back with everything you’ve got, or to lay low and let things play out?"

The depth behind the question caught Aria off guard. She didn’t answer immediately, instead pausing to think it over before replying, "Well, it depends on the situation. If the external threat is big enough, we might need to act fast. But if it’s just some small competitor trying to stir things up, sometimes it’s better to keep a low profile and save resources."

"Yeah," Alexander said, his voice flat, like he wasn’t particularly invested in the topic. "But a lot of times, the threats we face aren’t the ones we can easily spot." He paused, almost as if hinting at something, then muttered to himself, "Some threats only show up when you least expect them."

The car came to a stop outside Aria’s building. She glanced at Alexander, feeling more uneasy than she had expected. The conversation had been far more complicated than she’d anticipated. Alexander looked at her briefly, his eyes cold. His voice was low as he spoke, "We’re here."

She nodded slightly, ready to get out of the car. But just as she reached for the door, he spoke again, his tone chillingly calm. "Remember, sometimes the most dangerous things aren’t the enemies you see, but the ones you don’t."

She froze for a moment, her heart racing, and whispered, "Thank you."

Alexander didn’t answer. He simply watched as she stepped out, his eyes hard as stone, as if he had already come to the conclusion he’d been after.