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CHAPTER 9
Hazel’s POV
The next morning, I woke up in my new room — a room that was bigger than my entire apartment.
It still didn’t feel real.
The tall glass windows offered a view of the city bathed in morning light. Everything sparkled — like a life I didn’t belong to.
This wasn’t my world.
It was his.
Alexander Wilson’s penthouse was too quiet. Too cold. Too perfect.
Like the man himself.
I chose a plain white blouse and a navy pencil skirt. Neat, safe, silent.
No perfume.
No curls.
No mistakes today.
When I entered the kitchen, he was already there — sharp in a black suit, crisp white shirt, hair brushed back, sipping black coffee like he owned the sky outside.
Which he probably did.
“Good morning, sir,” I said, trying not to sound nervous.
He didn’t even lift his eyes from his tablet. “We leave in ten minutes.”
That was it. No good morning. No acknowledgment. Just... orders.
I bit the inside of my cheek and nodded. “Yes, sir.”
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At AW Empire Holdings
Walking beside him into the building felt like standing next to a glacier in heels.
He didn’t say a word. No small talk, no glances, just long strides and icy silence.
People stared. Of course, they did.
Their eyes trailed us like we were a parade float crashing into a board meeting.
Whispers swirled around us like smoke.
“She’s the new PA?”
“I heard she moved into his penthouse.”
“Guess sleeping with the boss still works.”
Each word hit me like a slap, but I didn’t flinch.
I lifted my chin. Kept walking.
I got this job fairly.
I deserve to be here.
I’ll prove it.
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Hazel’s POV — Later in the Office
I buried myself in tasks the moment I got to my desk.
Organizing files, coordinating meetings, arranging travel.
I was determined to do everything perfectly.
But my hands were still shaking.
Then I made my first mistake.
I sent out an investor briefing with the wrong calendar attached — the version from two weeks ago. The meeting times were outdated. A small oversight in my world. But in his? Catastrophic.
My phone buzzed.
Alexander Wilson
Come to my office. Now.
My stomach dropped.
I walked in, heart pounding so loud I thought he could hear it.
He didn’t look up as he held the paper in his hand. Just raised it with an expression that could freeze hell.
“Miss Hayden,” he said, each syllable slicing the air like a blade.
“Yes, sir?”
He finally met my eyes. “One careless mistake costs us millions. I do not tolerate mistakes.”
My lips parted. “I’m sorry, sir. It won’t happen again.”
“It better not.” His voice was low, controlled, lethal. “If this is too much for you, you’re free to leave. Understand?”
I nodded stiffly. “Yes, sir.”
I walked out of his office with my head held high. But my eyes burned.
I refused to cry. Not here. Not in front of them.
But inside, I was crumbling.
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Alexander’s POV
She stood there like a deer caught in headlights.
I expected her to cry, or at least argue. But she didn’t.
She just... nodded and walked away.
Stubborn little thing.
She should’ve crumbled. That’s what most do.
So why did I feel... wrong?
Why did my chest tighten when I saw her eyes shimmer?
Why did I snap at her like that?
Control yourself, Alexander.
She’s just your PA.
Nothing more.
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Evening — Penthouse Dinner
I rarely ate at the table.
But tonight, I sat at the head like some twisted king in a lonely castle.
Hazel served dinner quietly. Her blouse was a little wrinkled from the long day. Her shoulders were tight.
She poured my coffee with precision. Eyes down. Lips pressed together.
Not one word.
Raymond strolled in, uninvited as always, wearing a loose smile and no sense of boundaries.
“Ah, the Ice King and his new kitten,” he said with a grin, flopping into the chair beside me.
Hazel blinked, stunned.
I clenched my jaw. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be?”
Raymond leaned toward Hazel, whispering loud enough for me to hear, “Has he smiled at you yet? No? Poor thing.”
I slammed my fork down. “Enough.”
Hazel took a step back, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “I’ll be in my room, sir.”
She turned and walked away, shoulders shaking slightly. But not a single complaint passed her lips.
Not one.
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Hazel’s POV — In Her Room
I shut the door behind me and leaned against it, breathing hard.
Why did I think he was human in the gym?
Why did I let myself hope there was more beneath the surface?
He was cold. Sharp. Impossible.
He didn’t even defend me when the whispers started. Didn’t correct Raymond’s teasing.
Why does his silence hurt more than the insults?
Why do I even care?
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Alexander’s POV — Alone in Kitchen
Raymond lingered, of course. He never knew when to shut up.
“You’re losing it, brother.”
“I’m fine.”
“You yelled at her like she broke your heart. You’re acting like a man afraid of himself.”
I didn’t respond.
He chuckled and walked off, whistling.
Later, I stood alone in the kitchen.
Tie loosened. Sleeves rolled.
Staring at the skyline like it held answers.
She’s just my PA.
Just my PA.
Then why does that lie taste so damn bitter?
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To be continued...
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