The Billionaire Loyal Slave

the weight of her new life was pressing down on her shoulders, making her feel small and insignificant. Her old life, the one she had worked so hard to escape,

polished floors that glinted under the bright lights. Through the massive windows, the panoramic view of New York stretched out before her, the city sprawling endlessly beneath the sky. From here, it looked s

about the penthouse, about Alex, was a constant reminder that she was out of place-an intruder in a life she had

ion was still so new, so jarring, that she couldn't tel

was keeping up, his movements fluid, practiced, like he had done this a thousand times before. He moved t

one. There was no denying that Alex had absolute control over everything-and that included her now. Her thoughts were interrupted as Alex reached the

w, commanding. The sound of his

office, the room as immaculate as the rest of the penthouse. The space was expansive, with floor-to-ceiling windows that allowed natural light to flood in. A massive oak desk sat at

e regarded her with an unreadable expression. His dark eyes held her gaze as though he

and his voice rang

as she tried to steady her breath. Her heart pounded in her chest as she forced herself to remain comp

suffocating, and she couldn't escape it. She wanted to speak, wanted to ask him what this wa

in front of him, and when he spoke

task in the world. "You'll organize my day, handle my communications, and make sure everything i

ind of questions. What would happen if she failed? Would he punish her? Would she be replaced? She

it was devoid of warmth. "Now, I want a report on all my meetin

oved to the desk where the documents were laid out. Her fingers shook as she picked up the papers, her mind already working to figur

sn't looking directly at her. It was as if he had the power to see through her, to read every thought she tried to suppress. She could fee

an intensity that made her feel like a puppet on a string. She couldn't get a read on him. He wa

lfway through the documents, and the weight of Alex's expectations was starting to crush he

y task that needed to be completed. She could feel the sweat on the back of her neck, the pressure building in her chest as s

voice sliced through the silence like a

moved swiftly over the papers, trying to organize them in the way she thought Alex would prefer, but every movement felt like it was

gainst her, and with every minute that passed, her heart raced faster. She knew she couldn't afford to disappoint him, n

, aligning them with precision. When she finally turned to face Alex, her heart was in her throat. She had do

s brushing the papers with casual ease, like this was nothing to him. He flipped through them method

ving, as if time itself had paused. The sound of the clock was deafening

p at her, his gaze c

no emotion. "You've learned quickly. B

the beginning. It was a small victory, but in Alex's world, small victories

cape. She didn't know if she was ready for what lay ahead. But if she wante