The office of the President of Hell University was nothing like the rest of the campus. While the outside world felt chaotic, dangerous, and unpredictable, this space was controlled, precise, almost unnaturally calm—as if nothing bad was allowed to exist within its walls unless he permitted it.
Large windows overlooked the campus, but the curtains were half drawn, letting in just enough light to illuminate the room without revealing too much.
Everything inside was organized to perfection, from the neatly stacked files to the sharp, minimal furniture, reflecting the personality of the one who ruled it.
Zein stood near the entrance, her eyes scanning the room silently, taking in every detail without appearing curious.
She didn't ask questions. She didn't show interest. But she noticed everything.
"Close the door," Ace said without looking at her.
She did.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
"You'll manage my schedule, handle communications, and make sure no one wastes my time," he continued, his voice steady as he flipped through a file on his desk.
Zein crossed her arms slightly. "And in return?"
He paused.
Then looked up at her.
"For as long as you're under me," he said calmly,"no one touches you."
The words were simple.
But the meaning behind them wasn't.
For the first time—
Zein didn't reply immediately.
Because that wasn't just an offer.
That was power.
Protection.
Control.
And something else she couldn't quite name yet.