The first week at Blackwood Enterprises was nothing short of a trial by fire. Aria had expected challenges, but she hadn't anticipated the sheer intensity of Ethan's scrutiny. Every idea she pitched, every report she submitted, was met with his trademark skepticism and razor-sharp critiques.

It started on Monday morning, during the team meeting for the Luxe Cosmetics campaign. Aria had spent the entire weekend brainstorming, determined to make a strong impression. When it was her turn to present, she stood confidently, her notes in hand, and outlined her concept: a bold, edgy campaign targeting Gen Z consumers, complete with a viral social media challenge.

The room was silent as she finished, and for a brief moment, she allowed herself to feel a flicker of pride. Then Ethan leaned forward, his expression unreadable.

"Interesting," he said, his tone dripping with condescension. "But completely unrealistic. Luxe Cosmetics is a luxury brand. They're not going to risk their reputation on a TikTok trend."

Aria's cheeks burned, but she refused to back down. "With all due respect, Mr. Blackwood, the market is changing. If we don't adapt, we'll be left behind."

His eyes narrowed, and the room seemed to hold its breath. "Adapting doesn't mean abandoning our core values. Do your research and come back with something that actually aligns with the brand."

The dismissal stung, but Aria clenched her jaw and nodded. She wouldn't let him see how much his words affected her.

The rest of the week followed a similar pattern. Ethan seemed to take particular pleasure in pointing out every flaw in her work, no matter how minor. By Wednesday, Aria was starting to wonder if he was deliberately trying to break her.

But she wasn't one to back down from a fight.

On Thursday, during a strategy session, Ethan shot down another one of her ideas, calling it "amateurish." Aria snapped.

"If you're so determined to reject everything I propose, maybe you should give me some actual feedback instead of just tearing me down," she said, her voice sharp enough to cut glass.

The room fell silent, all eyes darting between her and Ethan. He leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. "Careful, Aria. Confidence is one thing. Arrogance is another."

"And condescension isn't a leadership strategy," she shot back, her heart pounding.

For a moment, no one moved. Then Ethan stood, his towering frame casting a shadow over the table. "My office. Now."

Aria followed him, her stomach in knots but her head held high. When the door closed behind them, Ethan turned to face her, his green eyes blazing.

"You have a lot of nerve," he said, his voice low and dangerous.

"And you have a lot of opinions," she retorted, crossing her arms. "But if you're not going to give me constructive criticism, then what's the point of me being here?"

He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. "The point is to learn. To listen. Not to argue with me at every turn."

"I wouldn't have to argue if you weren't so determined to prove me wrong," she said, her voice rising.

They were inches apart now, the air between them crackling with tension. Ethan's gaze dropped to her lips for the briefest of moments, and Aria's breath hitched. But then he stepped back, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

"You're infuriating," he muttered.

"And you're impossible," she shot back.

He let out a low laugh, shaking his head. "You're not going to last a month here."

"Watch me," she said, her eyes blazing.

The rest of the week passed in a blur of late nights and heated exchanges. Aria poured herself into her work, determined to prove Ethan wrong. But no matter how hard she tried, he always seemed to find a way to get under her skin.

By Friday, the tension between them had become the talk of the office. Whispers followed Aria wherever she went, and she could feel the weight of everyone's expectations pressing down on her.

But she refused to give up.

That evening, as she sat at her desk reviewing yet another rejected proposal, Ethan appeared in the doorway. She looked up, surprised to see him still in the office.

"You're here late," he said, his tone softer than usual.

"So are you," she replied, not bothering to hide her exhaustion.

He stepped into the room, his hands in his pockets. "You're stubborn, I'll give you that."

"And you're relentless," she said, leaning back in her chair.

For a moment, they just looked at each other, the air between them thick with unspoken words. Then Ethan sighed, running a hand over his jaw.

"You're not what I expected, Aria."

"Neither are you," she said quietly.

He hesitated, as if he wanted to say more, but then he turned and walked away, leaving her alone with her thoughts.

As she gathered her things to leave, Aria couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted between them. The tension was still there, simmering beneath the surface, but it felt different now. More charged. More dangerous.

And as much as she hated to admit it, she was starting to wonder if Ethan Blackwood was more than just her boss.

He was a challenge she couldn't resist.

And she wasn't sure she wanted to.