CEO Craving for His Assistant
It sounded strange, but beautiful in its awkwardness.
Daniel dressed quickly, pulling on a simple shirt and dark jeans, his movements almost buoyant. He wasn’t the kind of man who danced alone in his apartment, but today, he caught himself swaying to the rhythm of his own heartbeat.
At the mirror, he looked at himself. The man staring back was not the broken figure who had left Richard’s Tech weeks ago, carrying nothing but wounds and silence. This man had survived. This man was about to step into a new role, one earned not by luck or proximity, but by his own merit.