From Intern To Assistant
987 Words
“What a mystical name. Are you Hebrew by religion, if I may ask?” he asked, squinting like my name had dragged him down memory lane.
“Yes!” I said, smiling wide, masking everything I truly felt. “What made you ask?”
“My mum was actually Hebrew,” he replied with a soft chuckle, “and she loved that name. She even made me promise I'd better marry a girl named seraph”
I didn’t snap when he uttered his flirtatious pick-up line, which indicated he wanted to marry me, but I snapped the moment he said the word mum, and used it for his blunt joke.
I wanted to rip his mouth apart, just so he’d never get to say that sacred word again—the same word his father had stolen from me.
He didn’t know how it felt to be empty for years, to grow up craving warmth and closure that would never return.
And yet, here he was, tossing that word around like it was candy in his mouth.
I didn’t want him to notice the flimsy flame in me, which was about to be rekindled, so I quickly excused myself.
“Sir, if you don’t mind, I’d love to take my leave now.”
“Yes, you may,” he said, then paused.
“But just one more thing. If you ever feel alone or depressed… I’m always here. So, do you need a hug?”
That sentence right there?
It nearly made me lose it.
Just when I was beginning to think he was different from his father…
He proved he was exactly the same.
He had the sweetest words, but they all aimed at bitter motives.
But I wouldn't make the same mistake as my mum.
I wasn’t going to fall for their charm and kind gestures.
Instead, I would use his weakness—his masculine flaw—against him.
So I gave him what he wanted.
I nodded. And before I could say anything else, he stood up and walked toward me.
My heart started beating like I’d swallowed a drum.
When he wrapped his arms around me, I didn't feel what someone with hate and resentment should feel.
I expected disgust.
But what I got… was confusion.
His scent, his warmth, the firmness of his chest… it didn’t feel wrong.
Even when his hand slid gently from my back down to my waist, I didn’t flinch.
Instead, my hands encircled his neck.
And for one wild second—just one wild second—I imagined him not as my stepbrother… but as my crush.
The man I used to dream of being with.
My future.
But reality slapped me the moment a knock came at the door.
Miss Harper.
We separated so fast it felt like a crime scene cleanup. Luca cleared his throat.
I adjusted my blouse and turned away so she wouldn’t see the chaos on my face.
“Excuse me, sir. You called for me?” Harper said, her fake smile stretched tight.
“Yes. Seraph will no longer be taking the internship program from you. She’s now my personal assistant, in charge of external affairs and scheduling.”
He didn’t say it twice. He didn’t blink.
He dropped that bomb on her like it was casual office news.
Miss Harper’s smile cracked.
“Yes, sir,” she said through gritted teeth.
“And Miss Harper… this time, don’t slam my glass door on your way out.”
He didn’t look at her as he said it, but the weight behind his words made her stiffen.
We walked out together.
Or rather, she was ahead of me, releasing smoke like an overheated iron.
Her office—just one floor below his—looked like a war zone compared to his.
Her desk was scattered. Her plants were fake. Her walls were plain.
Just like her tone when she snapped:
“You think you’re smart, don’t you? Already scheming your way to the top.”
I let her talk.
Then I turned around, slowly, before facing her and saying,
“Hey, Harper,” I said, adding the pause on purpose. “We’re now in the same position. Don’t point those red witchy nails at me like I’m still an intern. In two days, I’ll have mine done, and they’ll be as sharp as yours. It’ll serve as a reminder that we’re now equals. And if you think you’re still superior because everyone takes orders from you—well, think again. You got this position after working five years for it, and I became your equal in five hours. Think about what will happen in five days.”
“Hey, Seraph. For now, I’m above you. So you better reduce that tone,” she barked, still pointing those fingers at me.
“You know what?” I said with a smirk. “I’m thinking of making mine sharper. Pointier. More threatening. It’ll remind you that I’m no longer beneath you.”
She blinked. Once. Twice.
That was when I realized, I wasn’t scared of her anymore.
Not even without Luca around.
This courage? I didn’t know where I got it from.
Could it be from the truth I’d discovered just moments ago?
The truth that had changed my whole character—from fangirl to revenge-driven?
This truth had also changed my whole mission.
I wasn’t interested in becoming an intern anymore.
I wanted to be a boss.
Or maybe… the courage was from Luca’s sympathy.
A privilege not many people had—even someone like Miss Harper.
Whatever it was… I loved it.
I sat on her seat, leaving her standing, shocked.
I pulled out a pen. Clicked it with a smirk. And said:
“Well, Harper. I’m listening. Start talking.”
As I began drafting the briefing schedule…
She walked up to me and did what any dethrone
d king would do.
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