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Chapter 2.The Offer
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2025-11-17 21:57:31Elara barely slept.
Every time she shut her eyes, the waltz replayed in sharp, impossible detail: Adrian’s hand at her waist, the sweep of the music, the way the whole ballroom seemed to shift around them. She kept feeling the weight of the ivory card in her palm even after she placed it under her pillow like something fragile.
By morning, she wasn’t sure if the night before had been a fever dream or a mistake. Her body felt heavy, her mind buzzing, her heart refusing to stay in one rhythm.
The Valcourt Foundation building was even more intimidating in daylight — a tower of glass that reflected the sky too cleanly, expensive in a way that made her straighten her posture without thinking. The kind of place people like her didn’t enter unless they were serving drinks or cleaning floors.
At 9:55 a.m., she hovered outside the entrance, watching polished shoes and tailored suits sweep past her like they belonged to another species.
“This is insane,” she whispered to herself.
She could walk away.
Pretend last night never happened.
Pretend Adrian Valcourt hadn’t looked at her like she was a decision already made.
Pretend he hadn’t asked her to come alone.
Her feet walked through the doors anyway.
The lobby was pristine marble and soft lighting. Even the air smelled expensive — like eucalyptus and something colder underneath. Elara swallowed, adjusting the strap of her handbag like armor.
The receptionist smiled the moment she stepped forward. “You’re Elara Hayes, right?”
Her heart stuttered. “Yes.”
“You’re expected. Third floor. Mr. Valcourt is ready for you.”
Ready for her.
Her pulse jumped.
The elevator doors closed behind her, sealing her inside a mirrored cube with her own reflection staring back at her. She smoothed her hair. Straightened her skirt. Rehearsed a sentence, then panicked, forgot it, and panicked again.
The elevator hummed softly as it rose. She counted the seconds just to stay grounded.
The doors opened.
Adrian Valcourt stood waiting.
Not behind a desk.
Not in a meeting.
Not with assistants around him.
Just him.
Tall. Sharp. Focused entirely on her as if nothing else existed in the corridor outside his office.
“Elara,” he said.
Her breath caught in her throat. “Good morning.”
“Come in.”
He didn’t wait for her to gather courage. He turned and began walking, and somehow she followed, pulled into his orbit without resistance.
His office was too beautiful for someone like her to stand in — glass walls, dark wood, shelves lined with awards and documents she couldn’t even guess at. The skyline spread out behind him like a privately owned view.
She felt small.
Underqualified.
Wildly out of place.
Adrian didn’t sit.
He gestured to the chair across from him. “Have a seat.”
She perched on the edge, afraid to lean back or make herself too comfortable, unsure if she was supposed to pretend any of this made sense.
He studied her for a long moment. Not uncomfortable. Not inappropriate. Just intent — the kind of look that made her feel seen in a way that was both grounding and destabilizing.
“You showed up,” he said.
“You invited me,” she replied softly.
Something moved in his eyes. Not warmth. Not coldness. Something unreadable, like there was a second conversation happening in his mind.
He reached for a folder on his desk. Sleek. Black. Heavy.
“Elara, I have an offer for you.”
Her throat tightened. “An… offer?”
“I need an assistant. A temporary one. Someone adaptable. Quick. Uncomplicated.”
His gaze softened just slightly — a barely-there shift that made her stomach twist. “You fit what I need.”
Elara blinked. “Sir, I— I’m not qualified. I work events. I don’t have business credentials or office experience or—”
“Qualifications aren’t the deciding factor.”
Her heart thudded.
“Then what is?”
A beat.
A long one.
He didn’t answer.
Instead, he opened the folder and slid a contract across the desk toward her.
She stared.
Her name printed neatly at the top.
A salary that didn’t look real.
Benefits she’d never imagined for someone like her.
A position title she’d never dreamed of seeing beside her signature.
“I don’t understand,” she whispered. “This can’t be right.”
Adrian leaned back slightly, folding his arms loosely. “You handled pressure better than most people in that ballroom.”
“I was shaking,” she said, voice small.
“You still followed. Most people collapse under attention. You didn’t.”
Her chest tightened.
“But why me?” she asked. “Why offer this to someone you just met?”
“That’s not accurate,” he murmured.
Her breath hitched. “What do you mean?”
His expression shuttered instantly — a door slamming quietly closed.
“Nothing you need to worry about today,” he said. “All you need to decide is whether you want the job.”
Elara swallowed hard.
A job that would change everything.
A salary that could steady her life.
Hours she could rely on.
Stability she hadn’t known in years.
A doorway into a world she’d only ever walked through as staff.
It felt impossible.
Too sudden.
Too unreal.
But the contract wasn’t disappearing.
“Why would you trust a stranger with this?” she asked softly.
His voice dropped lower.
“I trust what I see. And I see someone who can handle being here.”
Someone who could handle being near him?
Someone he chose without hesitation?
Someone who had no idea what she was stepping into?
Before she could question it again, he pushed a pen toward her.
“Elara,” he said quietly, “this is yours if you want it.”
Silence stretched — thick and expectant.
Her fingers shook.
Her heart hammered.
She took the pen.
Signing her name felt surreal, like watching someone else live a life she hadn’t earned.
Adrian watched her.
Calm.
Still.
Unreadable.
When she finished, he took the contract, closed it smoothly, and nodded once.
“Welcome,” he said. “You start tomorrow.”
Elara stood slowly, her legs unsteady. “Thank you. Really. This means more than I can say.”
His eyes softened — just barely. “I know. That’s why I chose you.”
She exhaled, overwhelmed, dizzy with disbelief. She turned toward the door.
“Elara.”
She paused. “Yes?”
“Don’t mention this job to anyone until tomorrow.”
Her brows drew together. “Why?”
He smiled — but it wasn’t a smile at all.
It was a crack in the mask.
“Because not everyone needs to know you’re here yet.”
A shiver ran across her skin.
Not fear.
But something close.
She nodded and stepped out of the office.
The elevator doors slid shut around her.
Adrian returned to his desk. His
phone buzzed.
Message from Ethan Cross:
Did she accept?
Adrian typed one reply.
Yes. Move to phase two.
He set the phone down, eyes narrowing toward the skyline.
“She has no idea,” he murmured.
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