Behind The Desk, Under The Mask
Behind the Desk, Under the Mask
For three years, Ashton has been Theodore's secretary—the only employee capable of keeping up with the demanding CEO of one of the country's most powerful companies. Their days are filled with arguments, impossible deadlines, and constant clashes that leave everyone wondering how Ashton still has a job.
What Theodore doesn't know is that Ashton was never hired by chance.
As the son of Vance, Theodore's biggest business rival, Ashton was planted inside the company to gather information and help bring it down from within. What began as a mission soon becomes complicated as the years pass, and the line between duty and loyalty starts to blur.
Then a shocking discovery changes everything.
A secret connection reveals a side of Theodore that no one else has ever seen, forcing Ashton to confront the truth he has spent years avoiding. The man he was sent to betray is no longer just his boss—he has become someone Ashton can no longer bring himself to hurt.
As hidden agendas come to light and a ruthless corporate war intensifies, Ashton finds himself trapped between two worlds: the father who raised him and the man he was sent to destroy.
In a game of secrets, loyalty, and betrayal, every mask will eventually fall—and when the truth is exposed, neither of them may walk away unscathed.
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Chapter: Chapter 5: Everything elseLouis POVThe velvet curtain swept shut, cutting off the dim amber glow of the lounge and plunging the alcove into a heavy, quiet intimacy. The sounds of the main floor—the clink of glasses, the murmur of conversation, the distant pulse of jazz—faded to a muffled hum, as if we had stepped into a world entirely separate from the one I'd just left behind.I kept my seat on the leather cushions, my hands resting deliberately on my knees. My heart thrummed a frantic rhythm against my ribs, a stark contrast to the absolute stillness I was trying to project. Through the slits of my black silk mask, I watched the stranger step fully into the space. Up close, his presence was even more overwhelming than it had been across the bar. The tailored midnight-blue suit fit him with a sharp, militaristic precision, and the structured leather mask shadowed his eyes, leaving only the hard, unyielding line of a very familiar, aristocratic jawline visible. His shoulders were broad, his posture impeccable
Última atualização: 2026-06-26
Chapter: Chapter 4: SubmissiveWinston POVThe warm amber glow of L'Anonyme wrapped around me like a second skin. I was sitting casually with the familiar faces of the club's floor hosts, my back against the dark marble counter, the leather of my mask a comforting weight against my skin. The thunderstorm outside had faded to a gentle drizzle, and the club hummed with that particular energy that only existed in spaces where the powerful came to shed their power.The hosts were gathered around me in their usual loose semicircle, their voices low and teasing as they watched yet another wealthy member in a designer suit walk away from me with slumped shoulders. I'd lost count of how many I'd dismissed tonight. Three? Four? They all blurred together—same desperate energy, same performative confidence that crumbled the moment I didn't immediately fall to my knees."That's the third one tonight," one of the hosts whispered, shaking her head with a laugh. Her name was Elena, a sharp-eyed woman who had been working the floo
Última atualização: 2026-06-26
Chapter: Chapter 3: L'Anonyme Louis POV The transition from the glass tower of Miller-Ventures to the velvet-draped walls of L'Anonyme always felt like crossing into a different dimension. By 9:30 PM, the thunderstorm outside had slicked the city streets, but inside the club, the atmosphere was thick, warm, and scented with expensive amber, cedarwood, and rich leather. The rain hammered against the tinted windows, a muted percussion that somehow made the interior feel even more intimate, more removed from the world I left behind. The club operated under a strict, unyielding set of rules designed to protect its elite clientele. No real names. No professional titles. Faces completely obscured behind silk or structured leather masks. It was an environment built entirely on anonymity, where the exhausting weight of daytime control could be stripped away at the door. The members here were the city's most powerful—CEOs, politicians, celebrities—all shedding their identities like winter coats. I leaned back again
Última atualização: 2026-06-26
Chapter: Chapter 2: You’re due Winston POV The beauty of running a multi-billion-dollar corporation from behind the assistant's desk is that it runs entirely on predictable human flaws. And my current favorite flaw was pacing around the corner office, currently waving a highlighter like a weapon. By 4:15 PM, the executive suite looked less like a corporate headquarters and more like a war room. Louis had thrown his jacket over his chair, rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, and looked thoroughly, delightfully disheveled. His usually immaculate hair was falling across his forehead in a way that made me want to fix it—or mess it up further, I hadn't decided which. The secret to destroying an empire like Miller-Ventures isn't to blast through the front doors; it's to become the very machinery that keeps it running. I had spent three years meticulously embedding myself into every system, every decision, every weakness that Louis Miller possessed. And there were many. "Winston!" He yelled my name, completely bypas
Última atualização: 2026-06-26
Chapter: Chapter 1: Louis MillerLouis POV If one more person used the word *synergy* in my boardroom today, I was going to throw my titanium fountain pen directly into the drywall. My chest felt tight, the invisible weight of Miller-Ventures pressing down on my shoulders like a physical anvil. It was only 10:00 AM on a Tuesday, and I was already vibrating at a frequency that could probably shatter crystal. The Tokyo merger was supposed to be the crown jewel of our fiscal year, a multi-billion-dollar acquisition that would solidify our dominance in international logistics. Instead, it was turning into a logistical nightmare of endless revisions, legal jargon, and high-stakes posturing. I paced the length of my office, the floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of the skyline that usually anchored me. Today, it just felt like a cage. "The numbers don't make sense," I muttered to myself, shuffling through the spreadsheets spread across my mahogany desk. "If they adjust the tariff projections by eve
Última atualização: 2026-06-26
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