Chapter 2: The New Assistant
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The next morning, the North Pole was blanketed in fresh snow, the kind that sparkled like crushed diamonds under the soft glow of the enchanted sky. Inside the workshop, elves bustled about as they always did, their tiny hands working tirelessly, but there was an unusual hum of excitement in the air.
Alina had arrived.
Nicholas barely looked up from his desk when Bernard led her into his office. He was in the middle of reviewing the production reports, his sharp quill scratching against parchment as he calculated numbers that determined Christmas’s efficiency.
“I don’t have time for introductions,” he said without glancing up. “If you’re my new assistant, don’t waste my time. Just do your job, and we’ll get along fine.”
Silence.
It was the kind of silence Nicholas wasn’t used to—defiant, unshaken. Annoyed, he finally lifted his gaze.
And that’s when he saw her.
Alina stood before him, poised yet entirely relaxed, as if she belonged there. She was beautiful, but not in an obvious way. Her long chestnut hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a face that was both delicate and strong. Her winter-blue eyes held a quiet confidence, a sharp contrast to the usual meek assistants who had shuffled into this office before her.
She smiled. Not nervously. Not in forced politeness. Just a small, knowing smile, as if she had already figured him out.
“Well,” she said, crossing her arms, “I can see why they warned me about you.”
Nicholas arched a brow. “Warned you?”
“Mm-hmm.” She stepped closer, placing a stack of documents on his desk. “They said you’re demanding, self-absorbed, and impossible to please.”
He leaned back, smirking. “And you still took the job?”
“I like a challenge.”
Nicholas narrowed his eyes, studying her. No one had ever spoken to him like this before. Usually, people either feared him or avoided him altogether. But Alina… she didn’t seem afraid at all.
Bernard cleared his throat. “Alina has extensive experience organizing high-pressure projects. She’s handled logistics for some of the busiest events in the magical realm.”
“I don’t care about her resume,” Nicholas muttered. “I care whether she’ll last longer than a week.”
Alina tilted her head. “That depends. Are you as bad as they say?”
He smirked. “Worse.”
She laughed—actually laughed—and that irritated him more than it should have.
“Good,” she said, gathering the papers he had been working on. “Then this should be fun.”
Nicholas watched, half amused, half intrigued, as she turned on her heel and walked out of his office like she had already won some unspoken battle.
The door shut behind her, and for the first time in a long time, Nicholas felt something unfamiliar.
Interest.
He hated it.
Bernard grinned beside him. “I think you’ve met your match.”
Nicholas scoffed. “She’ll be gone by Christmas.”
But as he returned to his work, his thoughts kept drifting back to the way Alina had smiled at him.
And for the first time in years, he wondered if he might be wrong.
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