Chapter 22: Is He Possessed?
By 7:59am, Adrien was in. I had coffee on his desk by 8:03. He didn’t say thank you. He barely looked at me just grabbed the mug and started reading.
His secretary had walked me through everything earlier. Passwords, Email protocols, Security cards, Dress codes, Etiquette. Then she handed me the rule sheet—typed, signed, stamped. I counted more than twenty rules, but honestly, it read more like a military command manual.
By noon, I was already drained. He hadn’t once raised his voice, but the sheer volume of tasks was insane!!! Notes to transcribe, Files to organize, Calls to field...Meetings to schedule. Errands and Constant emails.
He worked like a machine, and I had to keep up or get crushed.
But I didn’t complain.
I smiled when I needed to, stayed quiet when I didn’t and ticked off every damn task like my life depended on it because maybe it kind of did.
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It’s been a week.
Seven damn days of being the assistant to the devil’s reincarnate. My body hurts in places I didn’t know existed. My fingers ache, my eyes burn and I’m about two spreadsheets away from losing my sanity.
Adrien Walton is a walking nightmare. He doesn’t shout. No, that would be too human. He just has this way of looking at you like you’re a disappointing error in a perfectly written code. Cold, calculated and Clinical.
But thank God it’s Sunday. Blessed holy untouchable Sunday. The one day he has his oh-so-private family meeting, and I get to sleep in without waking up to his passive-aggressive post-its or last-minute meeting reminders.