𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓇☆ - Gᴇɴᴛʟᴇ Yᴀɴ! Bᴏss/CEO x Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

★𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉ℯ𝓇 8★

You sat at your desk, surrounded by a warm fluffy blanket, scrolling on your notebook. You were looking for jobs somewhere in London, preferably some that are nearby train stations, and ones you'd enjoy.

There was bartending, which you did for a couple of years. You enjoyed the job, but the retail industry was ruthless for employees. The pay was very good, however.

You could bake. That was the simplest and easiest job there was. But everywhere you tried, you'd be either over-qualified or judged for not having a degree in baking, even though your resume clearly had your family-owned business.

You could also work as- A personal assistant. Your thoughts got cut off by a blaring sign.

'Looking for a personal assistant. More information below.'

The Callius Company was a widely known corporation that specialized in creating and manufacturing computers and gadgets, though they're more known for their systems and coding abilities.

They've created programs that are helpful for... People with a much more notorious job.

They could find anyone, anywhere. No matter what.

Sure, a little shady, but their services are immaculate and practically impossible to track down.

You don't know that yet, though.

The pay was insanely high. More than 20 pounds an hour, with an added bonus for getting hired. You clicked on it instantly. You knew that the more people heard of it, the less of a chance you will have to get in.

Your eyes scrolled through the requirements, and you were more than happy to find out that you've covered most points. You clicked open your resume, and started editing. First come, first serve.

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John sat at his desk, looking through a client's email that his boss sent to him. 'Mother has gone missing... Police brushed it under the rug... Bla, bla bla...' his eyes, drooping from exhaustion, landed on a notification from his work mail. He opened it lazily, his other arm serving as a resting space for his head.

It was a resume. For the assistant job.

He breathed out, a silent woe of admiration. He put up the hiring letter only this morning. After a few hours, this one dinged. It showed a photo of a 23-year old woman, who's just graduating college. His eyes scanned the resume before he re-sent it to his boss.

Asterios told him to do that, anyway.

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Emma looked through the jobs that would take her the least effort. Her parents were filthy rich, but her mother wanted her to get a job of her own. Emma scoffed at the thought of her own mother not helping her.

She looked at her laptop, and searched for the highest paying option.

She's going to have to filter the jobs out manually. 'Engineer, no I've no idea how to do that. Janitor, hell no, these nails aren't getting dirty. Game developer, hmm... Sounds like fun. Personal assistant... I think this is it.'

She looked at the oppurtunity happily, but her smile dropped instantly as she saw that someone has already reacted to the offer. 'That's okay, I can just... Attract the boss...' she thought, unintentionally hiding her body by putting her knees to her chest.

Why was she using her body to get her way?

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Asterios sat at his desk, tired, exhausted and sleep-deprived. He took a sip of his Turkish coffee, that was delivered straight from Arabia. He loved this kind of coffee, it allowed him to focus without any distractions from the outside world. He leaned back in his chair that was cushioned and relaxing, and turned his head around.

He looked out of the one-way glass that covered the entire back of his office. It overlooked the city like nowhere he's ever been. His offices, which are on the top of the building, covered almost the entirity of the 26th floor. His main office was spacious, and next to it were his libraries and personal vaults, that no one had the access to, but himself.

The vaults were not guarded by people, Asterios didn't trust anyone for that job. Rather, he picked the highest security system in probably the entire world, and it had more than 5 authorization steps to ensure it was Asterios, including eye-scanning, fingerprints and even the position of his scars that no one had seen but him and the... Attacker.

On the other side of his office was his personal kitchen and space to relax, where he had a small theater, though no one used it but him. Right next to him was an empty office. He hoped it would be for you, but... He's built it out of desperation and hope that you'd see him again. No one is ever allowed in there, but him.

He keeps it clean and doesn't leave the tiniest spec of dust. His father couldn't disagree more of his son's love for you. Sure, Asterios is doing a good job at trying to hide it, but he knows that as long as you are alive, he will not stop waiting for you. His father thought it was pathetic, having his son wait for you like an abondoned puppy.

You were a distraction, and a major one, but there's nothing he can do about it while he's away.

Asterios looked around the city of London, seeing as cars and buses go by to wherever their destination is. He wished he could be like that. To be free. To not have to threaten, endanger and essentially kill others, but his fate was decided for him the moment he was born.

He wanted a quiet life, away from people. He wished for perhaps a cottage somewhere close to the city, but not too close to be influenced by it. Live a quiet, happy life. He had all the money he needed to make that dream come true, but his father gave him 'bounties' each week to keep his kill streak going. He hated it more than anything, though he is a little happy that he only had to kill bad people like rapists, terrorists or domestic abusers.

He tried to correct his situation by telling himself that he was filtering out the good and bad people, but whenever he let his thoughts wonder... They'd all come back to you. You'd hate him if you knew. You'd never return.

Asterios is, unfortunately, prepared for a murderous, lonely life.

He looked down from the city to his coffee mug, the liquid reflecting the scarred side of his face. It was one of the reasons he had tinted, one-way glass installed over the entire building once his father retired, even though he only removed his mask on his floor.

A little excessive, but he refused to take any chances of anyone seeing the left side of his face.

A notification sound ringed through his ears, and he turned his chair back to its original position to look at the computer closer. It was a re-sent email from John, stating; The first resume for the assistant job just came in. I sent it as soon as possible. Please give me further instructions on whether to have her come for an interview or not.

He clicked the notification open, and he almost dropped his coffee mug from shock.

Staring back at him with a soft smile was a picture of you.