Lahat ng Kabanata ng the billonaires secretary : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

BiancaNew York smelled like ambition and overpriced coffee.The cab ride had been quiet, but inside, my thoughts were loud. Today wasn’t just another job interview—it was the interview. Andrews Tech wasn’t just any tech company. It was the empire. Sleek, powerful, untouchable. And if I got this job… everything could change.I adjusted the collar of my blouse and stepped out onto the pavement in front of the building. My heels clicked against the concrete as I looked up. Thirty-five floors of glass, steel, and intimidation.I took a breath. You’ve got this.Inside, the lobby was marble and chrome, minimal but screaming money. Everyone moved with purpose—well-dressed, phone-in-hand, no time to waste.The receptionist gave me a quick glance before nodding. “Thirty-fifth floor. They’re expecting you.”The elevator doors opened, and I stepped in alone. As I ascended, my reflection stared back at me in the mirrored walls—polished makeup, soft waves in my hair, and an expression I’d perfect

BiancaBy the time Friday rolled around, I was starting to feel the weight of the week lift. It wasn’t easy, but I’d managed to survive my first five days in the icy, corporate trenches of Andrews Tech.My mornings were a blur of running around the polished glass building, answering calls, managing schedules, making sure Dean’s espresso machine was always stocked, and trying to keep up with his unpredictable demands.Dean was a walking hurricane—demanding, impatient, and often, downright rude—but somehow, I didn’t mind. Not really. There was something magnetic about him that kept me coming back, even though I knew it was a battle.But today? Today, I was looking forward to a break.I had every intention of leaving the office by 6 p.m., even if I had to fake an emergency. I hadn’t planned on sticking around for an extra minute, especially after a week of barely having time to breathe between tasks. I’d earned some quiet time—maybe a glass of wine and an episode of whatever true-crime d

BiancaIt had been weeks since the fundraiser, and things at work had settled back into a kind of routine. Dean and I still danced around each other, exchanging small flirtations, but nothing more. He was a professional—his sharp, cool demeanor remained as always. And I? I did my best to keep things strictly professional, even as the temptation to break that boundary grew stronger by the day.I couldn’t deny the heat that simmered between us whenever our paths crossed. The subtle glances. The way he always seemed to be just a little too close. But neither of us had crossed the line—at least not yet.It was late on a Friday afternoon when I decided to take a break. The office was quiet, the buzz of conversations in the background had faded, and the sky outside had started to darken. I needed a pick-me-up. So, I grabbed my coat, slipped out of the office, and made my way to my favorite coffee shop a few blocks away.It was a small, cozy place—dimly lit, with mismatched furniture that ga

Bianca By Monday morning, I’d convinced myself I could handle whatever version of Dean Andrews walked through those doors. i barely got much work dont the entire weekend. I had spent the whole weekend wondering if I’d imagined the tension, the way his fingers had brushed mine, the breathless pause between us when I thought—for a split second that he might kiss me. Turns out, I didn’t have to wonder long. Dean showed up looking like nothing had happened at all. Black suit, black tie, calm confidence. Not a single glance in my direction. Not even a nod. At first I thought I was invisible and probably didn't even show up to work then I checked my email and yeah I did show up to work he was just being an asshole “Please prioritize the quarterly investor update. I’ll need the draft by 3 p.m. – D.A.” I felt sick looking at the email. was this some type of joke why am I not surprised. Real mature Dean ,real mature Tuesday came, and with it, more of the same. Dean was a master at e

Bianca’s POVTwo weeks. 14 business daysThat’s how long I’d kept my head down and pretended Dean Andrews didn’t make me have butterflies in my stomache whenever he merely walked byHe’d gone cold—glacial, even. No more quiet moments. No lingering glances. Just work. Orders. Tasks. intentionally dodging like I was just another name on payroll.Fine. If that’s how he wanted to play it, I could match it. I wasn’t here for fairytales. I mean we were both adults who had set boundaries That’s where Michael came in.“I’m just saying,” he said, balancing his coffee on the edge of my desk, “if you didn’t cry at the ending of Eternal Sunshine, I’m judging you.”I snorted. “Not everyone cries during indie romance films, Michael.”“Oh, so you're heartless?”“No, i frankly thought the whole thing was corny, i mean come onnnnn.”He grinned. “let me guess you like 3 hour films about a tomato and why its a tomato?”I laughed . Micheal was funny and sweet. I like funny and sweet.Michael had joine