The Billionaire’s New Assistant

"Miss Aria Vance?" the man's voice barked through my speaker before I could even say hello. "My name is Marcus from the human resources division at Blackwood Group."

I almost dropped the phone right onto the kitchen table. My heart slammed hard against my ribs. "Yes, this is Aria," I said, forcing my voice to stay steady while my hand trembled.

"I am calling about your application for the Executive Personal Assistant position to our Chief Executive Officer, Mr. Julian Blackwood," he said. His voice was smooth, sharp, and strictly professional. "You have been shortlisted for a final interview."

My mind completely froze. Blackwood Group was the biggest corporate empire in the entire city, led by a ruthless billionaire who destroyed his rivals without a second thought. I had applied weeks ago out of total desperation, even though I knew my poor background, lack of connections, and cheap clothes meant I stood zero chance against elite applicants. After four painful months of constant rejections, growing debt, and absolute silence, I had already thrown away every single piece of hope. I was certain my résumé was resting at the bottom of a trash bin.

"Miss Vance?" Marcus asked, his tone cutting through my disbelief. "Are you still on the line?"

"Yes! Yes, I am sorry," I stammered, gripping the edge of the table until my fingers turned white. "I am here."

"Good," he said. "We were impressed by your profile. Your interview is set for tomorrow morning at eight o'clock sharp at Blackwood Tower. Bring extra copies of your documents and present yourself at the front desk. Do not be late."

"Eight o'clock tomorrow morning at Blackwood Tower," I repeated, my chest tightening as my breath caught. "I will definitely be there. Thank you so much for this."

"We shall see you then, Miss Vance." The line went dead with a cold, sudden click.

I lowered the phone, staring at the dark glass as heavy silence rushed back into my small kitchen. My hands kept shaking, and my heart pounded wildly against my ribs. I sat in total stillness, struggling to process what had just happened. Was this really happening? Could this massive, terrifying company finally be the open door I had been praying for every night, or was I stepping into a dangerous trap that would destroy whatever piece of my life I had left?

Before I could even take another deep breath, the screen flashed red with a new text: "Change of plans, Miss Vance."

My fingers trembled as I stared at the message, my mind immediately pulling me back into the dark pit of the last four months. Job hunting had been a long, painful nightmare. I had sent out hundreds of applications, attended endless interviews, and faced nothing but cold rejections. Every door had been slammed in my face. Hiring managers had looked down on my plain resume and lack of corporate experience, leaving me feeling smaller and more useless with every passing day. I was so exhausted from trying and failing that my confidence was almost completely gone.

Yet, I knew giving up was simply not an option for me. I looked across the small room at the stack of unpaid bills piled high on the counter. Rent was overdue, the utility warnings were piling up, and my mother’s medical expenses were growing heavier by the week. My younger brother needed money for his school fees, and our pantry was almost completely empty. The entire weight of my family’s survival rested firmly on my shoulders, and the constant financial stress felt like a heavy stone crushing my chest. If I did not land a real job soon, we would lose everything we had left.

That was when the cold creep of fear started crawling through my mind. Blackwood Group was not just any ordinary company; it was a world of absolute power, wealth, and ruthless ambition. Julian Blackwood was a feared billionaire who expected absolute perfection from everyone around him. Who was I to think I could actually stand in a place like that? I was just a girl from a poor neighborhood with cheap shoes and no powerful connections. What if I walked into that building tomorrow only to humiliate myself in front of everyone? What if I was completely out of my depth?

I closed my eyes and took a long, deep breath, forcing the sudden panic to stop. Worrying would not pay our mounting debts, and fear would never buy food for my hungry family. I could not allow my own heavy doubt to destroy the one golden opportunity I had been praying for during those hopeless nights. I opened my eyes and looked directly at my tired reflection in the dark phone screen. Even if I failed tomorrow, even if they harshly rejected me like all the other companies, I was not going to run away. I was going to walk into that massive interview knowing I gave it every single drop of energy I had inside me.

I stood up from the creaking table and went straight to my small bedroom to prepare. I carefully pulled my only good suit, a plain black jacket and matching trousers from the closet. I spent twenty minutes ironing out every visible wrinkle, making sure the fabric looked clean and presentable. Next, I gathered my printed résumés, reference letters, and identification cards, sliding them neatly into a clear folder. Everything had to be perfect for tomorrow.

Once my clothes were hung near the door, I turned off the overhead light and slipped under the thin blanket. The room sank into darkness, but my mind stayed wide awake. The silence of the apartment made the silence in my head even louder. I pressed my palms together over my chest, closing my eyes tightly. In the quiet darkness, I whispered a silent prayer, begging for just one real chance to lift my family out of this endless financial ruin.

I reached for my phone on the nightstand, set three separate alarms for six in the morning, and set it down. My stomach churned with deep anxiety, and my heart beat rapidly against my ribs. Sleep felt completely impossible. Yet, as I lay there staring at the ceiling, something shifted inside me. The dark fear that had trapped me for months slowly melted away, replaced by a fierce, solid determination. I was done being terrified of failure. I promise myself right now that I will not run from this opportunity. I will face Mr. Blackwood tomorrow, no matter how intimidating he is.

With that quiet vow locked inside my chest, my breathing slowed, and my eyelids finally grew heavy. Just as my mind drifted toward sleep, my phone suddenly vibrated on the nightstand with a sharp, loud hum.

The screen flashed brightly in the dark room, illuminating the wall. My heart skipped a violent beat. I reached out with a trembling hand, snatched the phone, and brought it to my face.

It was a new message from Blackwood Group.

My breath caught in my throat as I tapped the screen open and read the cold text message: Interview canceled. Mr. Blackwood demands your immediate presence at his private residence tonight.