The billionaires secretary

ha's

he office hummed with muted efficiency, my nerves were anything but calm. I clutched my n

tay compos

st day in my

just a job. My connection to him didn't matter. Not the fleeting memory of his intense e

asn't th

against his desk, perfectly at ease, his sharp gaze pinning me

d, his deep voice resonating in the o

," I replied, forc

cing the teacher you didn't want to disappoint-but worse. Because this man wasn'

ouldn't

near-silent conversations where I struggled to balance bet

s something in the way he looked at me, something too knowing, that

of papers, brushing his fingers against mine. It

didn't matter. He

down, I k

s anothe

, more of a comman

f a second before n

s was considerate

n the glass walls around us. I focused on my reflection, on making

with a lot of employees and I wond

t the CEO never

was a magnet of attention and me being at his si

themselves, while trying to mak

d to take his orders and eve

rumours pr

e said, his voice smooth whe

ied and continued eating

this nice or maybe, I just didn't w

nervous" H

The same way he asked the question

ocked at t

ompany" He asked me, his eyes still o

ith your reputation, Sir. I thought it w

ruth, either because I definitely had no

c answer. But I'm not interested in rehearsed

ebated what to say. H

eting his gaze. "And this seemed l

hadn't expected me to say that. Then his sm

h for," he said, his

wouldn't give him

moved through tasks and meetings with a precision that lef

I was exhausted, but

," he sud

I replied, keepi

tually pr

e added, his voice dropping slightl

it was a

I said firmly,

saw a flicker of surprise. But then his expression chang

to the hostel, I laid on

r was I just imagining it? And why did it fee

ed when our eyes locked wa

have the energy to answer their questions and to give them a fu

had zero m

ver game he thought we w