(Lior's POV)The city smells like burnt coffee, cheap perfume, and capitalism.I’m walking home with my headphones in but no music playing, classic fake-listening-to-avoid-eye-contact move. It’s been a long day of avoiding Adrian West like he’s the final boss of my anxiety, which, in a way, he is.God, if someone had told sixteen-year-old me I’d end up working as a personal assistant to Adrian Valehart, the youngest CEO in the city’s history, net worth so high it’s probably illegal, I’d have laughed in their face and gone back to watching cat videos.But here I am. Twenty-two years old. Shorter than I'd have loved to be if I had a choice. Male Omega. No college degree. And, somehow, still employed at ValehartCorp after a whole year.A miracle. Or a glitch in the simulation.People at work call me the Gen Z PA. Not because I wear crop tops to the office (I don’t, HR would faint), but because I allegedly “act like one of those TikTok kids who think sarcasm is a personality.” Which… fair
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