Always Has Been

sonal. She had just wrapped up yet another interview for a personal assistant position. It felt like the hundredth this month. They

than her 21 years. Her most captivating feature is her striking brown eyes-deep, expressive, and impossible to look away from, often catching the light in a way that makes them seem almost golden. Her fair skin still had t

esent. She picked it up lazily, expecting a sarcastic me

ed with a sigh, not bothe

the other end was crisp and pr

antly, her tone shifting

inform you that we'd like to offer you the position of personal assistant for a high-profile client, effective immedi

was a

er voice cracked with disbeli

tails. You'll be working closely with a young, fast-rising footballer. His famil

ked. Her mo

Yes. Yes, I'm abs

shortly. Congratulations,

n weeks, a door had opened. And it wasn't just any door-it was an elite a

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reamed quiet wealth. Her outfit was neat and polished-professional but not st

ened almost

irties, her features sharp but softened by a war

shaking her hand. Vivienne'

back where a boy sat at a desk, hunched over a notebook. He had short, tight curls and was wearing an oversized

Evelyn-your per

ded grin. "Hey," he said, rising halfway

h in his voice, c

e said, a little surprised

ou're the one who's supposed to keep me from f

hat," she replied

. I need someone like tha

ted someone aloof or spoiled. But Jobe

nes. His schoolwork, media appearances, training sessions. Her job wo

head. And Jobe, to her surprise, made it easy. He was polite, a little cheeky, but respectful. He started calling her "Boss" half-j

ate about football. But more than that, he had a calm self-awareness that most adults struggled to find. He