I’m His PA

Chapter 2

To everyone else, Sean was the city's most eligible bachelor.

The only heir to the Shaw Group, twenty-nine years old, devastatingly handsome, always dressed in custom suits, and driving limited-edition supercars. On magazine covers, he wore the same distant smile that made women lose their minds.

Getting to stay by his side every day, eating with him, drinking for him at business dinners, receiving expensive gifts from him on a whim, that was the kind of fantasy most women didn't even dare dream about.

What they didn't know was this. Sean was a ticking bomb.

When he was happy, he'd casually toss you a newly purchased luxury watch, ask if you were tired today, even act like a considerate boss.

But when he snapped, he changed faster than the weather.

Reply to a text two minutes late, he'd humiliate you in front of the entire company until you cried.

Say one wrong sentence while he was already in a bad mood, he'd make you stand outside his office all afternoon.

And the drinking?

The company had been expanding aggressively these past two years. The more money Sean made, the more enemies he created, and the more of them wanted him dead.

At those business dinners, some drinks were just strong. Some were deadly.

One time, a client handed me a glass of red wine. I only took one sip before my chest seized up so badly that I dropped to my knees on the spot.

That night, doctors pumped my stomach in the ER while the heart monitor screamed nonstop.

Sean sat on the couch in my hospital room scrolling through his phone without even looking up.

The doctor said if I'd arrived thirty minutes later, I would've died.

Sean only hummed once. "Be more careful next time."

Later, they found out the wine had been drugged by a rival company.

But what did that change? At the next dinner, I still had to pick up the glass.

And this watch on my wrist? It was a gift for taking his drinks this time.

I looked it up afterward. A limited-edition Patek Philippe. Worth nearly one million dollars on the resale market.

"Wear it. Don't take it off." That's what he'd told me.

It wasn't a reward. It was a mark. Like he was telling the whole world: this one belongs to me.

My salary, my watch, everything glamorous that people envied about my life, every single thing that had been traded for with blood and fear.

But Lena didn't know that. All she saw was the shiny surface. She thought I'd been lucky enough to get hit by heaven's jackpot.

I didn't explain anything to her.

I only looked at her and said quietly, "If you want to be his PA, go for it."

Lena froze for a second, probably surprised by how calm I sounded. But soon enough, that confident expression returned to her face.

"Don't worry. I'll do better than you ever did."

I turned and walked away without one more word.

I looked up at the sky through the glass ceiling.

The blue was so clear today it almost made me cry.

My heart was racing.

If Lena could actually win that job—it would be the best thing ever!

I'd had enough of being Sean's personal assistant!