LOGINI could barely relax in bed, knowing I had to be up early and perfectly prepared. Before dawn broke, I was already showered, dressed, and staring into the mirror.
Everything was perfect except for one thing—my facial structure betrayed my attempt to pass as a male. I grabbed my make up kit and quickly did some light touches, highlighting my cheekbones and jaw lines and made my eyes shut thinner. I couldn't outdo nature, so I grabbed my glasses and wore them, at least, that would cover something and make it less visible. Actually, this is not my first time to cross dress but it's the first time I'm doing this for something as professional as such and I must do my best not to be discovered . It'd be the end of me. I glanced at my phone and it was past seven. I stood up, observed myself in the mirror for a few seconds and left. I was already running out of time, so I quickly hailed a cab that took me directly to the Miller Company. I paid the driver and got out of the car. I've always heard of the Miller's but never have I seen the company in person until now, staring at the gigantic building before me made me shiver. Even though it wasn't as big as grandpa's, it was enough to make me sweat. This will be my first time working, not as an intention but as a real worker with responsibilities. I can't waver now, not when I've come this far. If I can walk through my disguise and still be here, then I can face just about anything and come out victorious. The company was large, and the design was simple but nice. Walked in, unsure of where to go and who to ask for help from. So many employees, some working on their computer and others moving up and down and I couldn't help but wonder if I'm late or if this is how the morning atmosphere has always been. Then, I overheard a group of ladies chitchatting in a corner saying, "Seems like the boss's lady is trying to control his life and affairs" One of them said and I furrowed my brows. "Yes, she even went ahead to pick a PA for him, making sure it was a guy and not a lady," another one added. "Maybe she's scared a female PA might seduce the boss and threaten her position as the future daughter in-law of the Miller's" I listened to them talk, my head trying to pick up things. If only what they are saying is true, then, it's possible the boss's fiance did whatever they were talking about cause tell me how I'll apply with all qualifications and a female and be rejected but the moment I change my name and fake my identity, I get accepted without being interviewed? I was pulled out of my thoughts when a lady walked up to me, blond hair with a soft smile on her lips. "You must be Brian Carter?" I nodded," yes!" I was about to tell her I'm the new PA but I could guess from the look on her face, she knew. "Come with me please"She turned and walked into the elevator. I followed silently. She acted so normal, so casually and I could only guess my makeup was on point. That means I did well in disguising myself. The ding sound rang as the elevator door opened. She stepped out into the long corridor and I followed her behind. She was interrupted by a guy who leaned in and whispered something to her and in the next second, she asked me to wait and went off with him. "Fair enough" I mumbled to myself, my hand crossed over the next as I held my small office bag, my eyes darting around the corridor. Wait they said to me... doesn't matter how long I have to wait, all that matters is I get to start my work. It was silent, everywhere until I heard a sound coming from inside the room that was two steps to my right. It sounded like an argument. My curiosity hit immediately and in the next minute, I was at the door, leaning closer to get clearly what's been said. "I am your fiance, Justin, I have the right to do whatever!" A lady snapped and my brows furrowed. Now, that's boldness there...I thought. "Yes, anything but not meddling with my professional life...why the hell will you hire me a PA of your choice? Did I tell you I need your help? I could definitely do it myself. "The guys roared. "Exactly why I didn't let you choose your PA, cause I know it'd definitely be a lady whom you are going to cheat on me with...and I can't risk that, Justin, doing business with Aaron's means having me in your life and you know what? I can't risk fighting with another lady over you, and not with anyone lower in status...so, you better deal with it cause it's done and you are working with the PA I've chosen for you" what followed next were footsteps and before I knew it, the door pulled and I almost fell if I hadn't used my reflex. Shit! How did I end up here? I stood there, frozen as I was revealed to the two people who were obviously the boss and his fiance. She frowned, eyes narrowing at me like I’d just argued with her myself. And the man? He stood behind his desk, tall and sharp-jawed, eyes blazing but tired—like a man forced to fight battles he never chose. "And who the fuck are you?" He growled, certainly displeased. At me? I'm not sure... probably from that hot argument they just had. I gulped, and squeezed my fingers to keep myself in my senses. "Bian—Brian Carter" I tensed when I almost told my real identity. The lady's face immediately changed as recognition dawned on her, "the hired PA?" I nodded, nervous and scared. Not of her certainty, but of the situation I found myself in. While the lady's encounter immediately changed to a nice and happy one, the man behind the desks seemed to be suffocating in his anger and misery I guess. His face was funny, I wanted to laugh but I dared not. "Nice, come with me" she walked out of the room. I lingered a little longer at the door before I hurriedly shut it close and followed her. She stepped just before we got to the elevator and faced me. I bit my inner lips, scared of not letting myself say anything bad or make any wrong move that would expose me. "You" she began and I instinctively straightened up, picking up a manly posture. "I chose you to be my fiance PA not because you are the best there was, many applications were there with good qualifications but I chose you because you were the only male" she paused, and pushed her hair behind with pride clearly visible on her movements. "I just don't want those low standard ladies lurking around my man...I've heard stories of female PAs trying to seduce their bosses, such a situation, in trying to avoid" she faced me again, "so, that why I pick you cause with you, in certain my man's eyes will always be on me" she sounded so confident. I couldn't help but laugh in my stomach. I wish she knew that the person she chose isn't actually a male as she presumes but a lady in male disguise. But what can I say? I feel so proud of myself, to be able to stand here and make all these people believe in who they see without knowing anything. I smiled, "thanks, Ma" She scoffed, "don't thank me yet, there's a payback" I frowned, but not hard enough for her to see. Thanks to the fallen hairs on my face. "I want you to follow him, everywhere he goes...make sure to tell me if you see him getting close to any lady, I repeat, any lady " she emphasized. Now I believe those workers, the boss's fiancee, are definitely insecure and scared of the boss who chose someone over her. But why? She wasn't that bad of a beauty even though I could boldly hit my chest that I am hundred times prettier than her. "Easy-pissy...all done" I chimed and she nodded. "Keep your part and I'll make sure you stay longer" she flipped her hair as she turned on her heel and entered the elevator. I watched the elevator close until she was no longer seen. Whatever this job was supposed to be, it wasn’t going to be simple. It wasn’t going to be safe. And God help me... it wasn’t going to be boring.He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, breathing in the sweet scent of her shampoo—something fruity and childish, like strawberries and sunshine.Kiara nodded against his chest, and Justin could feel the small movement—could feel her body slowly relaxing, the tension draining out of her little shoulders. She believed him. She felt the sincerity in his words, the genuineness in his tone. Children always knew. They could always tell when an adult meant what they said.And in that moment, Justin realized something else. Kiara's fear—her desperate need for reassurance, her anxiety about being abandoned—wasn't just about today. It was about the hospital. It was about the day he had promised to help her talk to her momma and then walked away with Mrs. Miller. He had bailed on her. He had broken his word. And even though she had forgiven him, even though she had welcomed him back with open arms, the little girl found it hard to believe him now. Every promise came with a shadow of doubt. E
Bianca and Kiara walked out of the school hall, swallowed almost immediately by the sea of chattering parents and excited children that flooded the corridor. The annual midterm celebration had drawn a massive crowd—mothers in elegant dresses, fathers in crisp shirts, grandparents clutching cameras, and children everywhere, bouncing with uncontainable energy. Some families huddled together for photographs, posing in front of colorful banners and balloon arches. Others stood in small clusters, chatting heartily about grades and summer plans and whose child had won which award. The air was thick with perfume, laughter, and the distinct electric hum of anticipation.Bianca kept one hand on Kiara's shoulder, guiding her through the crowd, while her other hand clutched her small purse. Her eyes scanned the hallway every few seconds, unconsciously searching for a familiar face—then catching herself, looking away, forcing herself to stop. She wasn't supposed to be looking for him. She wasn't
"Here's your ice cream, Mister!" she announced proudly. She opened her small backpack—a glittery purple thing covered in cartoon unicorns—and pulled out a small bowl with exaggerated care. It was vanilla, topped with rainbow sprinkles and a single pink gummy bear. "I picked the best one for you. Because you're my favorite."Justin's heart clenched painfully. He took the bowl from her small hands, his fingers brushing against hers, and felt an overwhelming rush of emotion he couldn't name. "Thank you, sweetheart," he said, his voice rougher than he intended.After handing it to him, Kiara carried the remaining bowls—two more—to Bianca's desk. With considerable effort, she climbed onto the chair, then onto the desk itself, arranging herself like a queen holding court. "This one is for Momma," she said, pushing one bowl toward Bianca, "and this one is for me. See? I got us all the same kind so nobody feels sad."Bianca glanced at Monica, who stood by the door with an apologetic shrug. He
Of all the things Bianca was expecting in her life—late nights at the office, temper tantrums from Kiara, awkward family dinners with Grandpa Josh, maybe even an unexpected merger or a hostile takeover attempt—Justin meeting Kiara was the absolute last of them. It wasn't even on the radar. It wasn't in the realm of possibility. And yet, here she was, watching the impossible unfold right before her very eyes.How did they meet? When?From the look of things, they had met a couple of times already. The easy familiarity between them was undeniable—the way Kiara leaned into him without hesitation, the way Justin knew exactly how to hold her, how to make her laugh. Or perhaps it wasn't multiple meetings at all. Perhaps it was something deeper, something inexplicable. Could it be the special bond between them—the invisible thread of blood and DNA—that had drawn them together across a crowded hospital corridor, across a busy corporate building? Did fate have a sick sense of humor, or was it
He didn't get to complete his sentence. Kiara scrambled off the floor in the blink of an eye, her earlier pain completely forgotten, and launched herself at him. Her small arms wrapped around his neck with the strength of a vice, and her legs hooked around his waist like a tiny koala."Don't let her take me, please!" Kiara begged, her face buried in his shoulder. Her voice was muffled but urgent.Justin blinked, utterly bewildered. "Kiara?" Monica called out, her voice carrying a note of stern disapproval. A frown settled on her face. "What has Momma told you about hanging on people you don't know?" She stepped forward, reaching for the little girl.But Kiara only tightened her grip on Justin's neck, her small fingers digging into his collar. Her body tensed, and she shook her head defiantly. "He's no stranger!" she retorted, her voice surprisingly firm for someone so small. "He's my friend! He promised to help me, and he said sorry for leaving!"For the first time since Monica had st
"Kiara, be careful—you might fall! Stop running this instant!" Monica called out, her voice echoing through the vast, polished hallway of the corporate building. Her feet pounded against the marble floor as she chased after the little girl, who was darting ahead like a tiny, joyful firefly.Lately, Monica had been doing some serious weight loss in the name of nannying this energetic little human. She seemed more energetic than before, yes, but her lungs were beginning to disagree. Her feet seemed to be challenging the speed of light with every stride, and yet Kiara remained frustratingly out of reach. And with every sprint, every sharp turn, every desperate lunge, Monica was silently convinced that her life span was reducing exponentially. Because why, in the name of all that is holy, did she find it so impossibly hard to run nowadays? She used to be athletic. Now, she was just... tired.While Monica wheezed and stumbled behind her, Kiara giggled endlessly—a high, melodic sound that b
By the time I was done and all dressed up, Justin had already prepared dinner for us. The sight made me smile, for some inexplicable reason. To think that I got to eat healthy and he was the one making sure I actually did—it was oddly comforting.I wasted no time and scrambled into the seat at the
I quickly moved, standing right in front as though my body could shield it, desperately trying to block his view, preventing him from seeing any further. My lips were at the mercy of my teeth, caught and stuck, betraying the nervousness that burned in me.“Don’t… don’t look!” I half-shouted, my voi
I don't know how long I spent inside, lost in my thoughts, but when I finally stepped back into the room, Arian was gone. The sudden emptiness made the silence feel heavier than before, pressing against my chest in a way that made my heart flutter nervously.Justin was leaning back on his seat, his
Justin served the steaming porridge in the small dining section of the room. The soft aroma curled in the air, teasing my empty stomach. I went ahead and sat down, folding my hands in my lap as I waited. He moved with quiet precision in the kitchen, finishing up whatever last touches he had in mind







