The CEO’s personal assistant

The Devil

The devil

So what you tryna say, the big boss not your type. Queen said and I was at lost for words for some moment. Did I really think that.

“It wasn’t that the boss was not my type. The big boss was absolutely my type. He was incredibly handsome, with a commanding presence that was undeniably appealing. I had always thought that his black coat added to his seductive aura, giving him a devilish charm that was hard to ignore. With his great looks and powerful demeanor, he had everything that could make a woman go weak in the knees.But I was not ready to fall for any man who kept his secrets to himself and never letting anyone in. I have been working as his PA for five years and I clearly know nothing about my boss or what so ever. I just knew of his black coffee and nothing more. His powerful gaze and influential voice of his. He was a badass beauty and he knew, that as much as anyone, but he never flunt it out and I respect him for that. He knew his worth, he knew the power he had on my gender but for a man like him, nothing was more important than his work. He built a wall around him which seems to draw people out from his side. Despite his rude self and imposing nature, he was indeed a great businessman and that was something worth saying. And I was being realistic here, why will someone like him go for some like me, I didn’t even know how to use , those toy in bed let alone the real stuff. I dressed like how a well behaved assistant would and never showed any part of my body that didn’t need to be seen to anyone, I wasn’t the charming princess in the fairytales. I was just his assistant and nothing more. And he was too principled to have even a fling with his employees so , us was out of the question”

I wasn’t going to lie, another reason I was till romantically alone was the fact that, working for some as my business was just the beginning of life as a sprinter since I was with him, 24/7 of my time and sometimes even working into my sleep time, and he could be a nightmare to handle at times. Laziness was not an option in his eyes and sometimes I feel like I had also learnt to marry my job like I had no tomorrow. But in many other ways he was a good boss, he paid very well which I was grateful for. I lived with my own car now and I could afford the things I needed. And I was even lucky enough I wasn’t made jobless years ago. We didn’t have any romantic relationship scenes ever, not even an accident of a kiss just nothing and I would have felt weird if it ever happened between us.

“ speaking of the devil” I hear Queen, staring around, I saw the scene I had been seeing for the best five years of my life. Big boss coming to work

It was his usual arrival time. As I watched the elevator doors slide open, my heart skipped a beat. Big boss , the man I'd been working for, emerged, his presence commanding attention. His tailored black suit hugged his broad shoulders and chiseled physique, accentuating his powerful build. The crisp white shirt and slim black tie only added to his allure, giving him an air of sophistication and dominance.

I couldn't help but notice the way his dark hair was perfectly styled, or the way his piercing eyes seemed to gleam with an inner intensity as he strode across the lobby. The sound of his leather shoes echoing off the marble floor was the only warning of his approach, like the distant rumble of thunder before a storm.

As he moved, his confident stride and purposeful demeanor exuded an aura of raw power, leaving no doubt that this was a man who was accustomed to being in control. The air around him seemed to vibrate with his energy, drawing my gaze like a magnet.

I felt a flutter in my chest as I watched him disappear into the elevator. I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be the focus of his attention, to be the one he turned to with that piercing gaze. I pushed the thought aside, reminding myself that I was his employee, and he was my boss. But I couldn't shake the feeling that Queens words might be getting to me and that I was just imagining these thoughts about him.

“We’ll talk later okay, Queen” I said as I made my way to his side in the next elevator, quietly standing some feet behind him. He seemed to have grunt as hello and I couldn’t help but imagine if he had suffered from any speech disorder like how Simón did in the bridgeton book I read. I all the years I had worked for him,I Gad never heard him laugh or smile and the only emotions he ever showed was on the first day of work and I don’t know if it really happened, or I was just imagining stuffs

I flashed him my welcome face and he nodded, just the way it was meant to be among as. I couldn’t believe I almost thought there that we could actually be a thing. Sorting out some paperwork I had made for him, I want straight into his office and coming into contact with the opulent surroundings. The rich, dark wood paneling on the walls seemed to glow with a warm, honey-colored light, and the plush, cream-colored carpet felt like silk beneath my feet. The crystal chandelier above us refracted the light into a thousand tiny rainbows, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the room.

The massive, mahogany desk in front of me seemed to stretch on forever, its polished surface gleaming like a still pond. The floor-to-ceiling window behind it framed a breathtaking view of the city skyline, the sun glinting off the steel and glass towers like a scattering of diamonds.

I had seen it all before, but the CEO's office still had the power to awe me. It was a testament to his wealth and success, a symbol of the empire he had built. And for that I held great respect to his ways. He never held any meetings here, even though it seemed like a plane could land in this office of his, I guess he really wasn’t the “share your space kinda guy” The tea, I had forgotten to prepare his favorite tea of the day, I was about to turn and make one as soon as possible when Queen came in, carrying the big boss favorite tea.

“ you own me one “ she murmured and I did really own her one. Big boss was really conscious of his black leaf tea with no sugar, I didn’t understand why but that I was the PA.

And I felt it could be out of place to ask such a question.