THE DEVIL BILLIONAIRE'S PERSONAL ASSISTANT

IONAIRE'S PERS

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morning

ing sharply against the marble floor. The sound cut through the low hum of early mor

ure erect and eyes focused on the elevato

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

" She almo

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

appening. This had to be a mistake. She was a finance m

t what she's thi

ir?" she asked, barely a

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

ily similar to the personal assista

kn

rs Wil

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

with no clear job description. The key card was for access

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

fessional. She could handle this, even

grabbed her handbag, Wal

sales rep and saw Emily coming,she left the pe

voice laced with concern while followin

a new assignment," Emily s

it something hard" Joy

ng to her, including Mr

?!?" Joyce asked

lanning on doin

ted. "But I have to go see what my

ne!!" Joyce wave

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

xuding an aura of danger and authority, there'

en eyes sharp

en,"? he

e;!;" she screa

ntinued.