One minute I was doing spreadsheets. The next, I was working for an alien who doesn’t believe in personal space.
I thought I was just the math girl in the beige cubicle—quiet, forgettable, good at numbers.
Then I uncovered a seven-figure fraud.
Now I work for Raekon Keong: billionaire CEO, tactical genius, and not even remotely human.
He saved me from the fallout.
Then he brought me onboard—his ship, his schedule, his rules.
He says I’m his new assistant. That he’s going to teach me focus. Structure. Obedience.
And every time I push back… he watches me a little closer.
I should be terrified.
But part of me wonders if this isn’t a punishment.
It’s a promotion.
Read on for: interspecies tension, cold alien logic, forced proximity, performance reviews with consequences, and a girl who’s learning that not every job comes with an HR department. HEA guaranteed.
