Chapter 4 Four
Mira froze at the stop she was.
Staring at him her brain trying to process how breathtaking he was.
Salvatore Corvin stood like he could command the air and space and they would answer to him.
His eyes stayed on her.
Cold and Unblinking.
Like he was trying to tear whatever wall she had up.
Mira slowly glanced down—only then noticing the “art piece” under her feet. A large, abstract rug stretched across the marble floor, expensive enough to probably fund her entire department.
She shifted back immediately, stepping off it with quickly.
“Sorry,” she said, voice steady. “I didn’t realize it was… art.”
His gaze didn’t soften.
If anything, it sharpened.
“That’s usually how dumb people ruin things,” he said flatly.
Mira lifted her chin slightly.
Choosing not to be affected by the fact he just called her dumb.
“I’m Mira Voss,” she said. “I’m here for the PR assistant interview.”
A beat of silence passed.
Salvatore didn’t say a word. His eyes travelled down through her body then back to her face. Like he was assessing her worth.
Then he spoke.
“You’re early.” He said like he was surprised.
Mira nodded once. “I prefer being on time.”
He turned slightly, glancing at her one more time then he spoke
“Follow me.”
That was it.
A command.. no pleasantries.
Mira hesitated for half a second, then followed.
The deeper she walked into the mansion, the more it felt like stepping into a different world entirely. The hallways were long, quiet, lined with art that looked too expensive to even breathe near. Every surface screamed money money and more money.
And yet… it still felt empty.
Like art for auction than a home.
Salvatore walked ahead without looking back, hands in his pockets, movements calm but precise.
Mira’s eyes briefly flicked to his back.
So this was him.
The man everyone was afraid of.
The man Anna called untouchable.
The man with six dead wives.
And yet he looked normal to her regardless for the fact he was rude.
He stopped at a pair of tall doors. Pushed the door open.
“Sit,” he said simply.
Mira stepped into the room.
A private office.
Dark wood shelves. Glass walls overlooking the forest outside. A desk so clean it looked untouched, except for a single file placed perfectly in the center.
She sat. Slowly putting her hands on her laps
Salvatore remained standing for a moment longer, watching her.
Then he finally spoke again.
“Tell me why I should hire you.”
Mira met his eyes.
Mira swallowed hard..
“Here we go,” she muttered under her breath.
Then she lifted her head and met his eyes.
“I’m good at controlling narratives,” she said. “That’s what PR is. You don’t just tell people what’s happening… you decide how they see it.”
Salvatore just stared at her like she was talking into empty space.
Mira felt uncomfortable —but she didn’t stop.
“I know how to read people. I know what they want to hear… and what they’re trying to hide. I’ve worked in media long enough to understand how fast a reputation can fall—and how to stop it before it does.”
Still nothing.
His face didn’t show anything. Not even a flicker.
Mira leaned forward slightly anyway.
“And if something needs to disappear… I know how to make it go away quietly.”
This time, Salvatore’s expression changed. It wasn’t intrerest just a raise of his brow..
He took another step closer.
Close enough that she could feel the weight of his presence pressing down on her.
“Disappear?” he repeated softly.
There was no curiosity in his voice... but mockery.
Mira didn’t back down.
“Yes.”
A long silence followed.
Then he spoke
“If I wanted something or someone to disappear,” he said, his tone cutting clean through the room, “it would already be gone. I have plenty of people who could handle that for me.”
Mira’s breath caught for half a second.
He didn’t stop.
“I don’t need promises,” he continued. “I don’t need someone who would has the gut to work with me. And I don’t hire people because they think they’re useful.”
Each word landed like a warning.
His gaze dropped briefly to the file in his hand, then back to her.
“I decide if they are.”
Mira stayed still, forcing herself not to react.
Salvatore turned slightly, walking past her like she was already dismissed.
Then he stopped.
Without looking at her..
“Being early doesn’t impress me,” he said. “Talking doesn’t impress me either.”
A cold pauses passes.
“If you’re here to prove something, you’re already wasting my time.”
Mira’s fingers tightened slightly in her lap.
But she didn’t speak. Honestly she didn’t know what to say.. everything about him was intimidating.
Slowly, Salvatore turned his head just enough for his voice to reach her again.
“Stand up.”
It wasn’t a request.
It was an order.
And suddenly…
this didn’t feel like an interview at all.
Mira swallowed hard, took a quiet breath, and stood to her feet.
His eyes moved over her slowly and unimpressed.
“You’re too skinny,” he said. “Why?”
For a second, Mira just stared at him.
Then her blood heated.
She couldn’t believe he just said that.
“Pardon me, Mr. Corvin,” she said, trying to keep her voice calm, “I didn’t know body size was part of this interview. And besides… I don’t work with my body. I work with my brain.”
He didn’t react.
He just looked at her like she said nothing important.
“Can you really work for me,” he asked flatly, “if you get defensive over something that simple?”
Mira opened her mouth to respond—
But he cut her off.
“You know what, never mind,” he said, already turning away. “I don’t have time for this. I need someone now… and you’re the only one who showed up.”
A short pause.
“Congratulations, Miss Zoss. You’re hired.”
Mira blinked.
“Thank you, sir… it’s Miss Voss, not Zoss.”
He looked at her like she didn’t matter.
Like her name didn’t matter.
“Antonio will show you around,” he said coldly. “And where your room is.”
And just like that—
the interview was over.