I have been Mr. Alex’s executive assistant for exactly six months, and I have been his secret little pet for five of them.
It started with a mistake—one careless moment.
I was at my desk outside his corner office, texting a friend about a DDLG forum I had stumbled into late the night before. My screen lit up with the word “Daddy” in all caps, right as he walked past to grab a file from my printer. He paused. Glanced down and saw it.
Those dark, piercing eyes met mine for a split second. No reaction on his face. Just a slow, deliberate blink. Then he took the file and went back into his office without a word.
I spent the rest of the day convinced I was getting fired—or at the very least reported to HR.
Instead, two days later, he buzzed me on the intercom at 7:15 p.m.—long after everyo
