His Salvation

Chapter1

2years later

Ryan's POV

"What the f**k?! She didn't survive?" I exclaimed, the words tumbling out in a mix of shock and disbelief as the receptionist delivered the grim news.

The receptionist nodded solemnly, her expression mirroring the gravity of the situation. "I'm afraid so, sir. His injuries were severe, and despite our best efforts, we couldn't save him."

I clenched my jaw, a surge of frustration and helplessness coursing through me. This wasn't supposed to happen. My PA got involved in a ghastly car crash, she was a very effective individual and it would be hard to replace such an asset. Especially with the pile of work I had on my plate.

"Get me all the details of what happened," I instructed, my tone firm and resolute. "I need to understand exactly how this happened and what went wrong."

The receptionist nodded silently, her nervous fidgeting betraying her unease despite her attempt to maintain composure.

"Is there anything else?" I inquired, noting her hesitation and wondering why she seemed reluctant to leave and carry out her assigned tasks.

"Uh, sir, well... I was just hoping, since, uh, since the PA role is obviously vacant now, I was wondering if... if I could, you know, be considered to replace Janet," she stammered out her request, her words faltering as she struggled to articulate her thoughts.

I was dumbfounded. Here we were, grappling with the loss of a valuable member of our team, and all this f*****g opportunistic b***h could think about was snagging her position?

Couldn't she have had the decency to wait before making her move? It was beyond infuriating. What a self-serving b***h.

"f**k off," I commanded in a cold, authoritative voice.

She looked scared, her mouth opening to form an apology, but I had no patience for it.

"Just leave before you find yourself grappling with unemployment, starting from this very moment!" I yelled at her, watching as she scurried away like a frightened chicken.

I slumped back into my chair, feeling utterly exasperated.

"I need a f*****g long break," I muttered to myself as a headache began to build.

A pile of work loomed on my desk, and now I had to deal with the recruitment of a new competent PA. What a mess, I sighed inwardly as I reached for my phone.

"Jefferson, put in the papers that we're hiring a new PA. I'll send you the list of requirements and all," I instructed tersely.

"Alright, sir," came the prompt reply from the other end of the line.

I ended the call and leaned back in my chair, steeling myself t

o tackle the tasks that lay before me.