~ Nathalie ~
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People hardly ever give the assistant a second glance.
That’s the beauty of it.
The one who glides through the background, answers the calls, swings the doors open, and shuts them just as swiftly. Always polished. Always composed.
Never seen as a threat.
Until it’s too late.
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I made my way down the hallway of Blackwood International, a clipboard snug against my chest, the sound of my heels softly tapping against the marble floor. I was well aware of every blind spot, every security flaw, and every camera that wasn’t truly linked to Damon’s internal server.
I knew all this because I was the one who crafted the schedule to work around them.
And Damon?
He had faith in me.
More than he should have.
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When I got back, my desk was bare.
I preferred it that wa
