THE DEVIL BILLIONAIRE PERSONAL ASSISTANT

LIONAIRE PERS

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morning

sound cut through the low hum of early morning activity, drawing a few glances from the receptionists and early-bird employees

today, her mind was preoccupied. She couldn't stop replaying the unsettling conv

lid open almost immediately, as if anticipating her arrival. She stepped inside and p

een the closing doors, halting their progress with a sof

e elevator, clutching the bag to her chest. "Phew! Wouldn't want to be la

, offering a polite smile. "Morni

mmed. "Just at home, mostly. Caught up on reading, tried

htly. "What were y

e a lemon drizzle... puddle. The bottom was burnt, and the t

metimes those things happen,"

his week has to be better, right? Fres

ed under her breath as the elevato

greeted them with a cacophony of ringing phones, chat

preoccupied, Emil

th Mrs. Williams with anyone yet. "I... had a rather unexpected con

ted or bad unexpe

eplied, offering a small smile. "

k-her space a model of orderliness, in stark contrast to the chaos

voice tight with urgency. "Emily, cou

ily's stomach. What could Mr. Davies

entering. "Emily," he began, his brow furrowed. "I r

a beat. Was this rel

tly," Mr. Davies continued. "They request

choed, trying to gras

"Apparently, Mrs. Williams has a... special project

owered in confusion. That wor

. Oliver Williams," Mr. Davies finishe

ricity. Oliver Williams-the elusive, ru

she repeated, her voi

tely. They've already sent over some... pr

the gravity of what was happen

, not someone who would w

ir?" she asked, barely a

s thinning hair. "The request was... vague. Something about needing someone wi

ily similar to the personal assista

s added, his voice tinged with hope. "But... well,

, her voice steady despite the turmoil in

ly Hills," Mr. Davies said, avoiding her gaze.

ck. Less t

er things, feeling a surge of disbelief and anxiety

. Inside was a brief letter from Mrs. Williams, a chaotic schedule for the next few da

and tasks, with no clear job description. The ke

ction – Oliver Williams." The time: 9:00 AM. The l

fessional. She could handle this, even

stood and grab

ther sales rep. "Everything okay, Emily?"

a new assignment," Emily s

at's going on there?" Joy

mily admitted. "But I ha

tever it is!" Joyce

o the back seat, she felt a sense of déjà vu. She was heading into the

r stopped at the gates of his mansion, Emily could only

a worker in the house, greeted her. "Good m

r's study. The heavy oak door seemed to radiate power

er and authority. The room was dimly lit, the scent of leather and c

hen," h

to be out

n" he cal

she said is "HE