I 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.
A long silence followed after his mom left. The air was still, heavy with all the things I wanted to say but didn’t know how to. My throat tightened, my chest constricted—I had so much to say, but nothing came out.I watched him with a heavy heart. It wasn’t pity. No. It was something deeper, something that tugged painfully inside me. Something I didn’t have a name for.“Thank you,” I whispered. That was the only word I could think of. The only one that made sense in the chaos I felt.He said nothing at first. Instead, he grabbed the food he had bought for me, adjusted the table before me with calm precision, then dug into the food and offered me a spoonful.I hesitated.My fingers trembled slightly as I stared at the food. I wasn’t sure if this was right. After everything that had just happened, it didn’t feel like I deserved kindness. I still felt guilty. I still felt responsible for their fight.“I can feed myself,” I muttered, reaching for the spoon in his hand. But when I tried t
Something hurts.I felt it, yet I couldn’t quite tell what exactly was hurting. It was like an ache that ran so deep, even pain itself seemed confused. My brows squeezed together as I forced my eyes open, and the first thing I saw was his frozen, unreadable gaze.Justin.My breath hitched.I went completely rigid, frozen for several seconds before I was able to snap out of whatever trance his gaze had pulled me into. There was something about the way he looked at me—like he was both seeing me and searching through me. My heart thudded painfully, my chest tight.I parted my lips, trying to speak, trying to find something—anything—but he beat me to it, his voice calm but firm."Don’t stress your throat… have this first."He poured water into a glass, pulled out a brand-new straw from its wrapper, and handed the glass to me with such care it nearly made me cry. I didn’t argue. I didn’t fight it. I accepted the drink like my life depended on it, sipping the cool water with a hunger and th
"Mr. Zach," I called out, struggling to keep myself awake.But the harder I tried, the more impossible it became. My eyelids grew heavier by the second, and my body felt like it was slipping into a void I couldn’t crawl out of."Mr. Zach," I called again, my voice thinner now, barely holding on. This time, I heard the soft click of the door unlocking, and then his voice."Yes?" came his calm response.I forced my eyes open. Every fiber in my body felt numb, lifeless. Even moving a single finger felt like trying to lift the entire world. My muscles wouldn’t cooperate. My chest ached with panic, but even that was dulled—muted by whatever had been in that drink."I-I feel dizzy," I whispered, forcing the words out as I fought the growing urge to just let go and fall into unconsciousness."I know," he said.His voice—his words—sounded too normal. Too indifferent. And that sent a shiver crawling up my spine like ice.How could he sound so calm seeing the way I was? The way my body barely r
I stood before my small mirror, staring at my oddly boyish reflection. The dim lighting cast faint shadows across my face, accentuating the unfamiliar angles and sharpness that never truly belonged to me. For a moment, I couldn’t even remember who I was.Because I wasn’t really me. This—this reflection staring back at me—was a working copy of a guy who never should have existed. A façade I crafted, a person I invented and carefully molded, until everyone around me believed in the illusion.And when all of this is over… what will become of me? What happens when I have to erase this identity and vanish into the shadows again? What will happen to Justin, who will suddenly lose a friend he’s found in me?My heart clenched tightly in my chest, as though gripped by an unseen hand. The pain that resonated through it made me wince, sharp and aching, like a wound I couldn’t see but felt with every breath.I didn’t know what it would be like for him—losing me. But I knew all too well what it wo
Lately, I've found myself making more mistakes than usual, and it's starting to terrify me. I can’t help but wonder if I’ve already ruined my chances—whatever they were. I don’t know what’s happening to me. I used to be focused, sharp, reliable. But now? It's like everything crumbles the moment he walks into the room.Every task, every little responsibility turns into a disaster with just a glance from him. It’s not like he does it on purpose. He’s not even aware of the kind of chaos his presence causes me. But still, it’s hard to breathe, let alone think straight, when he’s near.“Brian?”His voice broke through my thoughts, sharp and commanding, making me jolt upright from where I sat. I stood faster than I should have, the chair scraping loudly against the tiled floor. My heartbeat stuttered, and I hated how reactive I’d become around him.These past few days, it feels like my name’s been called more times than it ever has in my entire life. If names could wear out from being spoke
“Get ready.”His voice sliced through the air like a blade—calm but commanding, the kind of tone you don’t question. It wasn’t loud, but it didn’t have to be. There was weight behind it. Power. Presence. The kind that stiffens your spine even before your brain catches up.“Me?” I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper. As if the silence had swallowed up my confidence.But deep down, I already knew the answer. He wasn’t talking to anyone else.Justin’s eyes locked with mine across the room. There was something unreadable in his gaze. Not harsh. Not soft. Just...intense. My pulse fluttered beneath my skin, but I straightened my back and swallowed the nerves bubbling in my chest.“Get ready,” he said again, firmly, and ended the call without breaking eye contact.No explanation. No reassurance. Just that one line and the heavy sense that something important was coming.I opened my mouth to ask where we were headed, what I needed to prepare for, but he spoke again, cutting off my thou