BETHEL

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Then, the CEO entered the room. To Bethel's shock, it was Mrs. Anderson's son. She shrank back in her seat, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never expected to see him again, let alone in such a high-powered position.

The CEO began to speak, his voice echoing through the room. Bethel listened intently, her mind racing with thoughts of her encounter with Mrs. Anderson's son. She couldn't help but feel a sense of dread as she realized the implications of her situation.

As the meeting progressed, Bethel became increasingly nervous. She was afraid that the CEO might recognize her and remember their previous encounter. She tried to keep a low profile, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched.

When the meeting finally ended, Bethel quickly gathered her things and left the room. She was relieved to be out of sight of Mrs. Anderson's son, but she knew that her troubles were far from over.

In the weeks that followed, Bethel continued to navigate the treacherous waters of Drales Cop. She had managed to avoid any further encounters with Mrs. Anderson's son, but she knew that her luck couldn't last forever.

One day, while working late at the office, Bethel was approached by David, the accounting manager. He handed her a stack of financial reports and instructed her to deliver them to the CEO's secretary. Bethel hesitated, but she knew that she couldn't refuse.

Bethel approached the CEO's secretary, her heart pounding. "I have the monthly financial reports from the accounting department," she said, handing over the stack of papers.

The secretary took the reports and glanced at Bethel. "Thank you," she said, her voice monotone. "I'll let Mr. Anderson know they're here."

A few minutes later, the secretary emerged from the CEO's office. "Mr. Anderson would like to see you," she said, a smile playing on her lips.

Bethel's heart sank. She knew that this couldn't be good.

Bethel took a deep breath and entered the CEO's office. The office was a spacious and luxurious room, decorated with fine art and expensive furnishings. Sunlight streamed through large windows, illuminating the polished wood floors and plush leather chairs.

Mr. Anderson was sitting at his desk, engrossed in a document. He looked up as Bethel entered, his expression unreadable.

For a few minutes, the room was silent. Then, with a sudden movement, Mr. Anderson dropped the document onto his desk, his eyes narrowing. "I thought I told you never to cross my path again," he said calmly, his voice filled with a chilling intensity.

Bethel's heart pounded in her chest, but she refused to let fear control her. She had worked hard to get this job, and she wasn't going to let some arrogant jerk ruin it.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Anderson," she said, her voice steady. "I didn't mean to disrespect you. It was an accident."

Bethel met his gaze, refusing to back down. "You don't intimidate me, Mr. Anderson. But I see now you're not the kind of man who lets things go. I wonder what you plan to do—fire me and pretend it solves your problem? Or maybe you'll let me prove I'm not afraid of whatever game you're playing."

His eyes flickered, the anger momentarily giving way to something else—a spark of intrigue. "Prove it?" He echoed, taking a step closer, the tension in the room thickening.

"Yes," Bethel replied, her voice unwavering. "I'll make myself indispensable to you, and you won't get rid of me so easily."

For a moment, Mr. Anderson was silent, the fury in his eyes transforming into a calculating gleam. He leaned back slightly, folding his arms across his chest. "You're bold, Bethel. I'll give you that. But don't mistake your position here—you're not untouchable."Bethel turned to leave, feeling the weight of his gaze on her. She paused at the door, looking back over her shoulder. "If you want to see what I'm capable of, give me the chance. But be careful what you wish for."

Mr. Anderson's eyes narrowed, but he said nothing more, watching her with a dark intensity as she walked out of the office. The tension hung thick in the air as Bethel left, her pulse still racing.

That evening, back in the quiet of her apartment, Bethel tried to shake off the lingering unease from the confrontation. She had stood her ground, but something about Mr. Anderson's expression had unsettled her. After a quick shower, she settled into bed, determined to move on from the day's tension.

Just as she was drifting off, her phone buzzed with a notification. Groaning, she reached over to check it. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw the subject of the email: "New Role: Personal Assistant to the CEO".

Bethel sat up, eyes wide as she opened the email.

Effective immediately, you will report directly to Mr. Anderson as his Personal Assistant. Further details will follow.

She stared at the screen, disbelief turning into a mix of shock and dread. She knew this wasn't a promotion—it was a move to keep her close, to punish her.

Her mind whirled, wondering what she had just gotten herself into.