บททั้งหมดของ Internship With My Stepbrother;Guided By The Mafia Bloodline: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 6

“Who is she?”Luca Zhao stared at the black-and-white footage on his office surveillance cam.The girl on screen sat on a bench just outside the staff entrance, knees pulled to her chest, hands tangled in her curls.“Nah,” he muttered. “That can’t be Gia.”He leaned forward, tilting his head. “Damn, she’s pretty. I think I know what to do.”He sucked on his lips, half in amusement, half in curiosity. Then he pressed the intercom.“Send the girl in. Quietly. No crowd.”“Yes, sir,” came the assistant’s voice.Before that, in the entrance hallway, where we were all seated, I was busy thinking about my dreams of ever meeting my idol finally coming true...but then it began to crumble, one name at a time.One by one, the names were called by Miss Harper.She started with, “Jay Orton, you will work under Blockchain Analysis.”He grinned happily. Finally, his days of straining his eyes to read through books with the tiniest writings were over.“Myra West,” she continued. The tiniest with the

Immediately he came in and saw the book in my hand. It felt like an earthquake shook the whole room, and the aftermath was still wrecking me.My hands trembled, my legs shook, my head felt heavy.I couldn't take the pressure anymore, so the heavy book slipped from my fingers and landed straight on my foot with a loud thud.“Ow—” I winced in both pain and disbelief.Luca’s reflexes kicked in fast. He rushed over and helped lift the book off me, then gently sat me down on the sofa.“How did the book slip out of your hands?” he asked, his voice loud but not angry,more like concerned. His eyes scanned me like I was made of glass.But I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t move.“It’s just…” I stuttered, my lips parted, but the complete sentence couldn’t come out.Because all I could think about was what I just discovered.Luca Zhao… was my stepbrother.The same man I had posters of.The same man I had crushed on since I was fifteen.He was my idol, I had made endless research about him,his workout

She started making the schedule heftier,Miss Harper didn't take a pause while explaining Luca's schedule and routine. When she began briefing me, it was like she was Luca himself. She knew all about his meetings, travel, and external interactions."So, as his PA," she began, stressing each word like it was a syllabus, "you’ll manage all his external meetings, travel logs, personal schedules, and screen guest appearances. Everything goes through me first, of course."I nodded, pretending to care, but what I was really concerned about was the deeper truth: why did my mother end up marrying a man like Fernandez? When did it happen? Why didn’t she ever tell me? And why did she marry him,only to be overworked and left to die?My brain produced more questions than answers,but Miss Harper briefing, which felt more like yapping,produced a storm which made it hard for me to brainstorm.She noticed I wasn’t asking questions and listening, so she tried to trap me. "Knock, knock. Are you listenin