Melody POV
I slowed down, heart racing for a new reason.
Curiosity pulled me closer. I peeked into the glass. A reception desk. Dim lighting. Silence.
Then I saw it: A piece of paper taped on the side glass barely noticeable.
"Discreet Personal Assistant Needed... Flexible Hours. Apply within"
I hesitated. Something felt... off but my bank account says otherwise.
I stepped inside, brushing sweat from my brow and nerves from my voice. What I didn't know was that this wasn't just another office.
This was Marvis Harper's domain.
And the walk through that door? Was the beginning of everything.
The room was cooler than I expected. Not the temperature in mood. Everything screamed money and secrets. Behind the front desk sat a woman with high cheekbones and eyes that scanned you like a barcode. She looked up.
"You're here for the assistant position?" She asked already knowing the answer.
I nodded "Yes... I saw the sign of the door".
She typed something into her computer, barely blinking. "Have a seat. He'll see you in five."
I am sorry did she just say he? As in... a male? I didn't know who he was yet. But the way she said it made it sound like meeting him wasn't a regular thing.
I waited patiently glancing at the walls which was empty. No photos, awards, decorations. Just plain black paint.
Five minutes like it was twenty.