LOGINLiana’s POVIt had been a week since Liana started working at Vance & Co., and she fully understood why the last executive secretary had quit.Julian Vance was harsh, unrelenting, and strictly business. He didn't do small talk, he didn't give second chances, and he expected absolute perfection every single hour of the day.By seven in the morning, Liana was already sitting at her workstation, rubbing the sleep from her eyes while reviewing his schedule. She had learned that getting in early was the only way to stay sane. It gave her enough time to handle incoming emails, organize his files, and prepare his coffee before he could find something to criticize.At seven-fifteen sharp, Liana picked up the ceramic mug of hot, dark espresso and pushed open his double doors."Good morning, Mr. Vance," she said, setting the coffee down on his desk coaster.Julian didn't look up from his tablet. "Morning, Ms. Mercer. The schedule?"
Liana stared. The breath caught right in the middle of her chest, keeping her frozen where she stood on the plush carpet. The dark hair, the sharp jawline, the quiet intensity in those gray eyes—it was him. The man from the country club. The one who had walked her into a private hotel suite, handed her his custom jacket without asking questions, and left her to take a warm shower in peace while she gathered herself. Now, he was sitting behind a massive dark wood desk in a tailored dark suit, holding a silver pen, looking every bit the cold corporate executive Rachel had just warned her about. Her mind raced, her tongue feeling heavy and useless in her mouth. She stood there holding the ceramic mug, her brain stubbornly refusing to connect the quiet, almost gentle man from that night to the untouchable CEO of Vance & Co. Julian looked up from his papers. His eyes swept over her face and when she didn't move or offer a single word for three long seconds, his brow furrowed
Liana’s POV Monday came faster than Liana wanted it to. By seven-fifteen in the morning, she was already standing outside the soaring glass towers of Vance & Co., holding a paper cup of warm tea she barely touched. She had spent forty-five minutes in front of the mirror that morning—adjusting the collar of her new cream blouse and smoothing down the high-waisted trousers. She was excited, yes, but beneath the excitement was a nervous, knotting tension in her stomach. She couldn't mess this up. Not today. Not ever. Liana pushed through the heavy glass revolving doors into the lobby. The ground floor was already bustling with suit-clad executives and assistants rushing toward the elevators. She walked up to the main reception desk, where a polite young woman verified her name, scanned her temporary ID, and handed her a sleek, black security badge printed with her photo and title: Executive Secretary — Office of the CEO. "Floor forty," the receptionist said with a profe
The soft clink of hangers slid across the rack as Liana looked through a line of tailored blazers. They were crisp, professional, and definitely outside her usual budget, but today was an exception.They had sent her the email the night she got home from the interview.Sender: Executive Office — Vance & Co.Date Sent: Friday, 7:42 PMSubject: Offer of Employment — Executive Secretary to the CEO — Miss Liana MercerDear Miss Mercer,Following your interview today, we are pleased to inform you that Vance & Co. has formally selected you for the position of Executive Secretary to the Chief Executive Officer.Your performance and composure during the selection process met the standards required for our executive suite. Attached to this email, you will find your official employment agreement detailing your compensation structure, benefits package, and onboarding documentation.You are expected to report to the top-floor executive suite at Vance & Co. Headquarters this coming Monday m
Vance & Co. Head Office Julian's pov. "Mother, you have told me about this two weeks ago!" Julian gripped the edge of his mahogany desk, staring back at the glowing high-definition monitor in front of him. On the screen, his mother sat poised in her sunlit courtyard back home, her pristine white hair styled effortlessly. "And since then, I haven't seen any changes," she replied smoothly, "Not a single one, Julian. You treat this company like it is your entire life, yet you ignore the foundational terms that keep it in our hands." "I am running the company just fine," Julian said, leaning forward, his voice tight. "I have doubled our quarterly projections and restructured the entire logistics division in six months alone. The company is performing better than it ever did under my grandfather." "Performance is irrelevant to a dead man's will, my dear," she said, her tone infuriatingly calm. "Your grandfather was explicit. The chairman seat—and the controlling shares of
Liana stared down at the glowing phone screen in her hand, her thumb completely frozen over the glass. Nina stepped closer from the counter, setting her coffee mug down as her eyes narrowed with concern. "Liana? What is it? Did they reject you?" "No," Liana said softly, her voice barely carrying across the quiet kitchen. "No... look." She slowly turned the screen around. Nina leaned forward, her dark eyes quickly scanning the formal text. A second later, her hands flew to her mouth, letting out a sharp, breathless gasp. "Wait. Is this... are they actually calling you in?" Sender: Executive Office — Vance & Co. Date Sent: Yesterday, 4:15 PM Subject: Formal Interview Invitation — Miss Liana Mercer Dear Miss Mercer, Following a review of your application for the Executive Administrative Specialist position, we would like to invite you to our corporate headquarters for a formal interview this Friday at 9:00 AM. Please reply to this email at your earliest conv







