Chapter 3
Alistair's POV
The hum of the office was steady, a quiet rhythm I had started to get used to. Papers, schedules, phone calls—it all felt manageable. Until the doors swung open.
Heads turned immediately. "Mr. Evans!" several staff greeted in unison, voices polite and deferential.
I froze, scanning the newcomer. Dark hair perfectly styled, sharp eyes glinting under the office lights, an aura of confidence that made people instinctively step aside.
Maybe he's a new executive… or a senior manager? I thought, but they just called him Mr Evans,trying to keep my head low, my face hidden behind the stack of files I was carrying.
A scoff cut through my internal panic. He had seen me. Of course he had.
Lumel walked with casual authority toward Mr. Evans's office. He didn't wait for anyone to clear the path. He opened the door, and without hesitation, settled into the CEO's chair as if it belonged to him.
I stiffened, unsure whether I should intervene or just pretend I wasn't there.
Then He pressed the intercom on the desk, a sleek black device connecting him directly to the room.
A small light blinked.
"Mr. Alistair Grant," he said, voice smooth and deliberate, almost teasing.
I froze mid-step, then slowly lifted my head. And there he was—smirking at me, dark eyes gleaming with amusement.
I swallowed hard. "Y-Yes, sir?" I stammered, trying to regain composure.
"Come in," he said, leaning back casually, fingers drumming on the desk. "We need to… get acquainted properly."
I stepped in, heart pounding, aware that every move I made was under his gaze. The room suddenly felt smaller, charged. Every instinct screamed at me to stay professional, but every glance from him was like fire across my skin.
And in that moment, I knew—this job would be far more complicated than just filing papers and answering emails.
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I stepped into the office, taking a deep breath. Be professional. Just… be professional.
"Sir?" I said, voice barely steady.
Lumel's hand rested on the glass nameplate on the desk—Jude Evans etched elegantly. He looked me up and down slowly, a teasing smile tugging at his lips.
"So, you're the new secretary," he said, his words deliberate, measuring me carefully. "Do you know why the last secretary was fired?"
I shifted uneasily, avoiding his gaze. "No, sir," I replied.
He leaned closer, voice low, almost conspiratorial. "She was fired by my mother… because she was trying to get into the CEO's—" he paused, smirking, "pant, according to her." He leaned back, letting the words sink in. "That's why a male secretary was hired."
I bowed quickly. "Thank you for the information, sir. I won't disappoint you."
Lumel chuckled, standing and sitting casually on the edge of the desk. "But I'm sure the CEO isn't really your type, I know what your type is." he said, biting his lip in amusement.
I swallowed hard.
Before I could respond, the door opened. Mr. Evans entered, flanked by two men. "I see you've met," he said, his tone calm but sharp.
Lumel stood, brushing off his hands. "Yes, we have. Mr. Grant seems… capable."
Mr. Evans rounded on Alistair, circling him slightly. "Did your mother send you here to spy on me?"
"Of course not," Lumel said, releasing my shoulders. "I came to check on you."
I winced, stepping back instinctively.
Mr. Evans turned his attention to me. "Is the file for the Ferran project ready?"
I didn't hear him at first, too focused on Lumel, whose eyes were dark with amusement as he winked at me.
"Grant?" Mr. Evans repeated, sharper this time.
"S-Sir?" I stammered.
"I asked you a question," he said.
"Sorry, sir," I replied, regaining focus. "i didn't catch what you said"
"He asked about the documents for the Ferran project?" Lumel interrupted smoothly.
"Yes, right, sir. I'll go get it," I said quickly, bowing slightly, and left the office, my heart still racing.