Welcome to Hell, PA

Luxian POV

I saw my dad standing at the door, talking to someone. Then he turned to me with a smile.

“Lu, someone’s here to see you. He says he’s from the office.”

He walked off toward the dining room, casually adding, “You can tell him to join us for breakfast.”

I walked to the door, wondering who it could possibly be—

Then my heart skipped a beat.

Damien.

He was standing there, casually leaning against the frame like a damn model.

“S-Sir… wh-what are you doing here?” I stammered.

He smirked wickedly. “Won’t you invite me in for a meal?”

“But—”

He didn’t let me finish. He just pushed past me and walked inside like he owned the place.

I stood frozen, staring after him, clenching my fists. I seriously wanted to strangle him.

He sat down across from my dad, smiling politely like some charming guest. I nearly gagged.

“Mr. Damien, what are you doing here?” I asked through gritted teeth.

“Oh, you didn’t show up to the office today,” he said smoothly. “So I came to check on you.”

He sounded so sweet, I wanted to puke in his lap.

“But… you said you weren’t taking in new workers anymore—”

“My PA left for personal reasons,” he interrupted with a grin. “I think you’d be perfect to fill in.”

He took a sip of the wine my dad had poured him.

“No need—I already found an—”

“What are you saying, son?” my dad cut in, eyebrows raised. “You wanted to work at the King’s company.”

“Yes, Dad… but I don’t think I’m good enough to be his PA,” I mumbled, eyeing Damien. He’ll kill me. He’ll actually kill me if I work under him.

“Nonsense,” my dad said. “Your qualifications are excellent. Right, Mr. Damien?”

Damien turned to my father with his fake warm smile. “Absolutely, sir. He’s perfect for the role.”

Every excuse I tried to come up with, Damien had a counter for.

Then the bastard said it—

“Are you still mad about what happened at the hospital? I know what the doc—”

I shot him a glare sharp enough to slice stone.

He smirked and sipped his water like nothing happened.

“I was at fault,” he said casually.

“I’m not angry,” I cut him off quickly. He knew I didn’t want my dad to know I’d been to the hospital—yet here he was, dropping hints like breadcrumbs.

“What’s going on, Luxian?” my dad asked, concerned.

“It’s nothing, Dad,” I said with a forced laugh. “I slipped while bringing him coffee and hit my head. He took me to the hospital. That’s all.”

My dad sighed and looked relieved. “Thank you so much. My son can be clumsy sometimes.”

“It’s fine,” Damien said, still smiling like the devil himself. “Anyway, I should get going. I hope you’ll help convince Luxian to come to work tomorrow.”

“He’ll definitely be there,” my dad replied confidently, giving me a look that said, Don’t embarrass me.

He then instructed me to walk Damien out.

I followed Damien to his car, keeping a cautious side-eye on him the whole time—just in case he tried anything.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll assume you’re in love with me,” he teased.

I rolled my eyes in disgust. “Why are you really here? You kicked me out, and now you want me to be your PA?”

“I’m sorry for treating you badly,” he said, giving me what looked like a genuine smile. “We got off on the wrong foot. Let’s start over.”

I blinked. Shocked. This man was confusing as hell.

“What about your whole revenge plot and your creepy obsession with Lu?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.

His gaze darkened for a second… then softened again.

“You’re different. I may have been wrong,” he said calmly.

Liar.

I knew he was pretending. But I had no choice—not if I wanted to protect my dad from the truth.

“I don’t give a crap about what you’re saying,” I snapped. “I’m only doing this for my dad.”

“That’s fine by me,” he said with a smile before getting into his car.

I watched as he drove away, muttering curses under my breath.

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The Next Day…

I couldn’t believe it.

Me. Working as his PA.

For the rest of my short, miserable life.

I swallowed my pride and walked into his office with a cup of tea, like Mr. Cris had instructed.

I set it down on Damien’s desk, waiting for him to tell me where to work.

“Why are you still standing there?” he snapped, looking up at me with irritation.

“I-I was just wondering where I’d be working and what I should help with,” I stammered.

“Are you blind?” he barked. “There’s a desk by the window. What do you think that’s for?”

“I… I didn’t know, sir. I didn’t get your schedule from Mr. Cris yet—”

“You really are dumb,” he hissed. “How did you even survive this long? You should’ve died already and spared me from your disgusting face.”

The words hit harder than I expected.

I walked out of his office, eyes stinging, heart heavy.

“I don’t even know what I did to him,” I whispered to myself, leaning against the wall to steady my breathing.

I wiped my eyes and headed to Mr. Cris’s office to get the schedule.

He looked up with a smirk.

“First day and your eyes are already swollen?” he chuckled.

I gave him a glare and looked down. “Can I have Mr. Damien’s schedule, please?”

“Oh, right! I forgot to give it to you earlier.” He handed over a file. “Here’s the full week. Have a blast.”

He winked and went back to his work.

I hated everyone in this damn office. They all seemed to enjoy making my life harder.

“Who the f**k do they think they are?” I muttered under my breath.

“They think just because they’re connected to royalty, they can do whatever they want?”

I was done playing nice.

Let’s see how long I survive in this hell.