~ What If We could Rewrite the Stars ✨

Chapter 1

"Relax. Take in a few deep breaths!" I was panicking. Not because I was introverted by nature, but because it was one of the most important days of my life. My hands were sweaty, feet were going cold. I wish I had drank more water because now my throat was also going dry.

"Get a hold on yourself, Nate Williamson!" I tried to boost up my confidence.

You must be thinking what was going on and why am I almost getting anxiety attacks, right? Well, today is the day I will meet my idol. Oh! Did I mention he bagged the title of "the most handsome man on earth" for this year? Do I even need to mention that he is smoking hot and that he makes every straight woman swoon for him? Well, I am not a woman, neither was I straight. But, He has captured by heart even before he made his debut.

Yes, Dylan Evans was now a superstar. That Dylan Evans who once saved my life is now the one who can take your soul away with his trademark smirk. That Dylan Evans who was the most popular baseball player in his school days was now the highest paid actor in the world. And he deserves every bit of the money- He can sing, He's got moves, He writes, He is a freaking natural actor, He can even do his own stunts - a total package. But still he doesn't appear in the top 10 list of the wealthiest entertainers, you know why? Because he donates 51% of his income in charities.

You say perfection, I hear Dylan Evans.

You say Angel, I hear Dylan Evans.

You say Devil, I hear Dylan Evans.

Yes, he is a fiery devil with the heart of an angel. One look from his eyes would make your knees go weak, one grin from him would make you want to wrap and parcel yourself to him as a gift.

Yes, I am about to meet that Dylan Evans in person. But not as a fan or a person in life crisis. This time I was going to meet him as his employee.

I don't know how much of good deeds I might have done in my past life to be able to grab the post of his personal assistant in this life. Yes, my life saviour, my idol, my crush is now my employer.

Ding dong..

I had to summon my inner chi before pressing the calling bell. I couldn't fully see the house.. errrr.. mansion from outside because the main gate was humongous in size.

A small window opened in the gate and a face could be seen.

"I am the new PA of Mr. Evans." I lifted my ID card and showed it to.. I guess he was the security here?!

The guard contacted with someone on his walkie-talkie. Finally after one eternity, I was allowed entrance.

"You can come in." the guard said opening the gate for me.

"Thank you, Mister?" I asked.

" Tom. " he said smiling.

"Nice to meet you Mr. Tom. Have a nice day." I waved at him and stepped infront of the main door.

My heart was swelling. I was feeling really jittery inside. I don't know how would I behave once I see him in real life, again after so many years.

The door opened. Yeah, did I expect him to open the door? Well, I guess I did. I might be the biggest fool on this earth. Why would a billionaire open his door himself for me?

I was ushered in by a tidy looking middle-aged man. I was awestruck with the grandeur inside. This place could beat a small country royal palace easily. I knew he was rich, but this was beyond my imagination.

"I am Daniel Thomas, the housekeeper. You must be Mr. Williamson?!"

"Well, Mr. Thomas, please call me Nate. It's my pleasure to meet you." I displayed my best business smile.

"Hope you enjoy your new job, young man! Please follow me."

I don't want to lie. With every step I was taking towards wherever Mr. Thomas was taking me, my heart beat was getting faster and faster in anticipation.

Finally we were standing infront of a door.

"This is his office space. Go and wait inside. Mr. Dylan will be here shortly."

I slightly parted the door and peeped inside. "Ah!" I released an audible sigh. Thank God no one was in there.

I went in. The room had a huge wall covered with bookshelves. Wow, so many books! I was roughly scanning on the titles, when the entire "Harry Potter" collection attracted my attention.

He is still the same - I whispered.

Smiling I turned around and started to observe other things in the room. There were two separate work tables, one big and one slightly smaller.

Behind the bigger table was a huge glass window. I stood infront of it and looked outside. A colourful view hit my senses. So freaking many flowers !!!! He must like flowers a lot - I took mental note.

There was another shelf dedicated just for showcasing his awards. I smiled as I remember what every single award was for.

There were also a few pictures of him on the wall. Before I knew what was I doing, my hand lifted up by its own free will and was about to touch the picture frame, when I jerked back into my senses by the sound of door opening.

"Don't touch that," the very familiar baritone sounded inside the room.