Tempted by Her

Chapter 7: The Office Surprise

Damian sat in his office, leaning back in his chair, his gaze fixed on the city skyline. He couldn’t stop wondering—had Ava really not recognized him from that night, or was she pretending? The thought made a smirk tug at his lips, but also stirred an impatient curiosity inside him.

Just then, the Director, Ethan Caldwell, Damian’s close friend and right-hand man, approached Ava with a file. “Ava, take this to Damian’s office for cross-checking,” he instructed, handing her the document.

As Ava reached for the file, Monica was quicker. She snatched it away with a sharp grin. “You really think you can handle the boss without messing up?” she scoffed.

Ethan’s eyes widened in shock. “Monica! Give the file back to Ava immediately!” he commanded, his voice firm. Monica hesitated for a moment, glaring at Ava, before reluctantly handing it over.

Ethan leaned closer to Ava. “When you get to Damian’s office, just present the file and wait for his instructions. Don’t do anything else. Understood?”

Ava nodded politely. “Understood, sir.”

She turned to leave, but Monica’s voice cut through the hallway like a whip. “If you’re thinking of trying to seduce the boss, just know he doesn’t find low-class girls like you attractive,” she spat, loud enough for everyone nearby to hear.

Ava didn’t flinch. She simply kept walking, heels clicking confidently against the polished floor, her focus entirely on Damian’s office.

When she arrived, she knocked sharply. “Mr. West?”

No response. She knocked again. Still nothing.

Realizing the door was locked, Ava remembered her fingerprint had been registered as part of her access privileges as Damian’s new PA. She pressed her finger to the scanner, and with a quiet beep, the door clicked open.

Stepping inside, Ava paused. The office was vast, sleek, and immaculate. Damian was nowhere in sight.

Her eyes scanned the room, lingering on the massive desk in the center. That’s when something caught her attention—a glint of metal among papers. Curiosity drew her closer.

Her gaze fell on a necklace, familiar and striking. She reached for it, squinting. At first, she thought it was a trick of her eyes, but when she lifted it, her breath caught. The initials engraved on it were unmistakable—her own. Ava.

She was still holding the necklace, heart racing, when Damian emerged from the inner room inside his office.