CHAPTER ONE- The Invisible Assistant
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By 6:45 a.m., the city was already louder than I was.
The horns, the shouting, the rush of bodies on the bus — everything felt urgent, chaotic, too alive. I sat in my usual corner seat, clutching my tote as if it could anchor me to something stable.
At exactly 7:29 a.m., I was seated at my desk on the twenty-ninth floor of Mercer Holdings. The building smelled of glass and steel, ambition, and money. A scent I’d learned to navigate quietly.
I logged into my computer and opened the CEO’s schedule.
Eight a.m. — board briefing.
Nine-thirty — call with Tokyo.
Ten-fifteen — remind him to eat something that isn’t black coffee.
He’d ignore that last part, of course.
People think personal assistants just answer calls and schedule meetings. They don’t see the invisible string-pulling, the emotional gymnastics, the quiet saving of everyone’s career — especially the boss’s.
My boss.
Leon Mercer.
A man the entire company whispered about but rarely understood.
He never raised his voice.
He never rushed.
And somehow, that was more terrifying.
“Morning, Amara,” Jenna from reception said, leaning over my desk with a knowing smile. “Dragon in yet?”
“He’s not a dragon,” I murmured.
“Please. He fires people with an email.”
She grinned, but her attention snapped behind me.
“Speak of the storm.”
The floor shifted. You can always feel when he arrives. Conversations die. Footsteps soften.
I pretended to focus on an email about catering for Friday’s meeting until his reflection appeared in the glass beside my desk.
Tall. Suit immaculate. Movements controlled.
“Good morning, Mr. Mercer,” Jenna chirped.
“Good morning.”
His voice was low, calm, and smooth enough to hide knives.
He walked past but stopped — just beside my desk.
“Miss Blake.”
My hands froze.
He never used my name.
I turned slowly. “Yes, sir?”
His grey eyes met mine. Controlled. Unreadable.
“My office,” he said. “Ten minutes.”
A pause.
“There’s something we need to discuss.”
The door closed behind him with a soft click.
Jenna’s eyes were wide. “Okay, what did you do?”
“Nothing,” I whispered, though my heart was sprinting.
Ten minutes had never felt shorter… or more dangerous.
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