Breaking The Wall

04| First Day

"His lips seem perfectly crafted for kissing me, destined to leave a trail of marks across my body."

~Lila

LILA'S POV

My first day. To be honest, I was feeling better than I expected. Nerves? Gone. Mostly.

I woke up early—around 6:30 a.m.—and went through my usual morning routine: a good stretch, feeding Misty (and myself), a quick shower, and then getting ready. 

As I stood in front of the mirror, I gave myself a once-over.

Pencil skirt? Check. Polo blouse? Check. Stockings? Absolutely.

I turned slightly, admiring the way the outfit hugged my curves. 

"I look... hawt," I whispered to myself with a smirk, doing a little twirl.

I glanced over at Misty, who watched from the edge of the bed, her eyes half-lidded in that sleepy-cat way. 

"What do you think, huh? Does this say 'professional secretary' or 'I'm here to run the world'?"

Misty just blinked lazily, clearly unimpressed.

"Okay, noted. You're not my target audience," I muttered, grabbing my heels and slipping them on.

It was almost time. My first day at Devereaux Enterprises. 

The excitement was building, and for the first time, I didn't feel like I was walking into the lion's den. Instead, I felt ready. Confident.

I grabbed my purse, gave Misty a quick pet goodbye, and headed out the door. 

Today was going to be the start of something big—I could feel it.

As I stepped out of my apartment and made my way out of the building, I reminded myself of what my boss had told me during the interview—keep it simple, don't be late and coffee. 

So, that's exactly what I did. The ride was uneventful, giving me time to mentally prepare for my first day.

Once I got off near Devereaux Enterprises, I made a quick detour to the nearby café. 

Coffee was essential—both for me and, more importantly, for him. 

I ordered two: an iced mocha for myself and a hot, dark coffee for Mr. Devereaux.

But as I waited at the counter, a sudden thought crossed my mind. 

"Did he say anything about sugars...?" I muttered under my breath. My memory was fuzzy on that detail. 

Better safe than sorry, right?

I quickly grabbed a handful of creamers and sugar packets just in case, stuffing them into the bag along with the drinks. 

The last thing I needed was to get on his bad side over a simple coffee order on my first day.

"Thank you!" I called to the cashier, rushing out of the café and making a beeline for the towering glass building that loomed ahead. 

Devereaux Enterprises was as intimidating as the man who ran it, but I couldn't afford to let that get to me. Not today.

Coffee in hand, I pushed through the entrance doors and made my way to the elevator. I could feel the nerves creeping in, but I kept my grip on the cups steady. 

First impressions mattered, and I was determined not to mess this up.

I walked toward his office, taking a deep breath before making sure to knock.