Episode 2
1343 Words
Wallet Mission.
I rushed down the hallway, clutching the file tight against my chest, my heels clicking too loudly on the polished floor. I could feel my heartbeat racing faster than my steps. I couldn’t be late—not for him.
I pushed open the glass door and stepped inside. “Yes, boss,” I said, trying to sound calm, though my voice trembled.
Damian Voss didn’t look up immediately. He stood by his desk, tall and severe, scanning a document with that same icy focus that made everyone in the company hold their breath.
His grey eyes finally lifted, landing on me like a weight.“I’m thinking you have mi—” he began, his tone clipped, when suddenly his phone buzzed sharply against the desk.
He frowned, glancing at the caller ID. “The nanny,” he muttered, then picked up. “Hello, nanny—something happened?”The change in his voice startled me.
For the first time since I met him, his tone wasn’t cold; it was anxious.
“Yes, sir,” the woman’s shaky voice came through the speaker.
“Miss Aria hit her head. She’s bleeding. I’ve called the ambulance to get her.”
His jaw tensed, the colour draining slightly from his face. “Okay. I’m on my way there. Please don’t leave her alone.”
He hung up quickly, grabbed his coat, and strode out of the office without another word.
The door closed behind him with a quiet Click!!, leaving only silence and the faint hum of the air conditioning.
I stood frozen, still holding the file, which I wasn't asked to hold, unable to move.
The word "please" echoed in my head.
Damian Voss, the cold, untouchable CEO, had just said, "Please".I realised there was someone in his world who could make him human.
Few seconds:I turned around slowly, exhaling the breath I hadn’t realised I was holding.
''Good," I thought, pressing a hand to my chest. "At least I wasn’t fired… for now.
"The office was quiet, the faint ticking of the clock the only sound. I turned back toward his desk to collect my things, then froze.There it was, lying neatly beside his phone charger: his "SACRED WALLET".
I gasped softly. “Oh… he forgot it.”For a moment, I hesitated. Damian Voss didn’t forget things. He was the kind of man who noticed everything: every comma, every mistake, every minute wasted.
But right now, his wallet sat there, silent proof that even he could lose focus.
I grabbed my phone quickly and dialled his number. He needed this, especially at the hospital.
Meanwhile, Damian’s Mercedes-Benz S-Class car raced through the busy streets, following the flashing lights of the ambulance ahead.
His knuckles were white on the steering wheel, jaw locked tight.Every second felt like a lifetime. Aria, his little sister, was all he had left. The thought of her hurt made a heavy twist inside him.
His phone buzzed once. He ignored it.It buzzed again. Then again. By the sixth call, his patience snapped.He glanced at the screen.
"Mia Holts."He groaned under his breath. “This intern… unbelievable.”
The phone rang again, stubbornly persistent.
“She just heard my sister’s in trouble and still has the nerve to call me? What could possibly be so important?” He muttered, tightening his grip on the steering wheel.
The ringing didn’t stop.He scowled.
“Great. Just what I needed—a stubborn intern who doesn’t understand boundaries. She’ll regret this when I get back.”
He grabbed it sharply, tossing the phone on the passenger seat.
Back in the office:
I stared at my screen, biting my lip. He hadn’t answered.I looked at his wallet again, unsure what to do. I just hoped, wherever he was going, that he’d realise it soon—before he needed it.
Finally I made up my mind. I will take it myself.I grabbed the darn wallet from his desk like it was a bomb about to go off.
My heart pounded, but not from fear, okay? Maybe "a little" from fear. I just didn’t want to get blamed later for “losing” the CEO’s wallet when I was the last person seen in his office.I hurried downstairs to the main floor, where the marketing team sat gossiping over their coffee mugs.
“Hey,” I called out, waving the wallet awkwardly. “Does anyone know where Voss Hospital is?”
Instant silence.
Every head turned like I’d just announced I was quitting to become a magician.
“Did she just say Voss Hospital?” someone whispered.
“Oh my God, she’s insane,” another muttered.
My friend, Serena, who’d only known me for three days but already acted like my older sister, slammed her pen down and glared.
“Mia! Do you wish to be fired, you i***t?”
“What? No!” I protested. “He just forgot his wallet. I’m doing him a favour!”
Serena blinked like I’d just confessed to planning a crime. “A favour? For Damian Voss? Honey, he doesn’t do favours. He doesn’t receive favours. He doesn’t even believe in favours! Just sit down before HR sends you a farewell cake.”
I stared at her. “You’re exaggerating.”
“Am I?” She crossed her arms. “The last person who tried to ‘help’ him got transferred to accounting. In the basement. Where the Wi-Fi doesn’t work.
”Another colleague leaned in, whispering, “I heard she tried to pick up his pen. He told her, ‘I can afford another pen, not another mistake.’”Everyone nodded like this was gospel truth.
I blinked. “He’s not that bad.”
Serena gave me a look so sharp it could cut glass
. “Mia. The man’s eyebrows have their own weather pattern. Don’t test him.”
But the more they tried to scare me, the more determined I became.
I glanced at the wallet again; it was heavy, sleek, and made of expensive black leather. Inside was probably more money than my yearly salary.
“I’ll just give it to his driver or security guard or something,” I said.
“It’s not like I’m breaking into the hospital.”
“Famous last words,” Serena muttered.“Yeah,” another chimed in. “That’s what the last intern said before she mysteriously stopped showing up.”
I sighed, ignoring their melodrama. “I’ll be quick. If he notices it’s missing, he’ll be grateful.”
Serena gasped. “Grateful?” She clutched her chest like I’d offended the gods. “Mia, the man doesn’t even thank elevators for opening on time.”
I laughed nervously. “Then I’ll just… not expect a thank you.”
“Expect a pink slip,” she muttered. “And if HR asks, I told you not to go.”
I rolled my eyes, tucking the wallet into my bag. “Fine, then you didn’t see me.”
“Exactly,” she said, pretending to type faster. “I don’t know her. Never met her. May she rest in unemployment.”
I turned toward the exit before my courage evaporated.
“Wish me luck!”Serena shouted after me, “Girl, you’re going to need it! And if he fires you, remember, I warned you!”
As I pushed open the glass doors, I heard someone whisper, “Five bucks says she doesn’t come back.”
Another replied, “Make it ten if she does come back, but with a lawsuit.”
I smirked to myself as the elevator doors closed. "They’re all dramatic. How bad can it be?"Then I remembered the way Damian’s glare could freeze an entire floor of employees.
I swallowed hard.
“Oh yeah… this might be bad.”Still, I squared my shoulders.
If the great Damian Voss could show emotion for his sister, then maybe, just maybe, he could handle a little kindness.
And if not? Well, at least I’d go down in company history as the intern who dared…
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