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e who will be... instrumental in your

oman in a sharp pantsuit, eyed Emil

mooth, with a European accent Emily cou

lear in her slightly flustered tone. She hadn't expected anyone else to be

ile. Her icy blue eyes remained fixed on Emily, studying her face, her attire, the way she held her handbag. It wasn't o

s smaller frame. And surprisingly... cute. Not at all the hard

t. He had orchestrated Vivienne's presence, thoug

ting, ever-present hum in the background of his days. While he had no intention of g

able confidante. Second... well, maybe her presence would discour

his thoughts turned cynical. Unless she saw it as an opportunity. An opportunity to get closer to him, to his wealth, to his po

memory of Sophie's betrayal in his university days still stung. The calculated manipulation hidden behind innocent smiles fes

hat he was against relationships in principle, but the scars from his past ran deep. Sophie's

nder of how easily one could be hurt. Hell no, he thought again, the resolve hardeni

upport. When they were eighteen, during a summer trip to Europe, Vivienne had confessed her feel

ability and understanding they shared for the unpredictability of a romantic relationship. Vivienne had been hurt at

ken desires. Her fiercely protective nature and her lingering feelings for him would likely lead her to subtly-if not overtly-make Emily's new

ver stated, his tone deliberately vague, his eyes flicking to Vivienne for silent appro

dmit, Mr. Williams's... requirements can be rather... unique." Her tone was polite, almost welcoming, but with

. This elegant, sharp-eyed woman held significant sway in his life, and h

ied, trying to sound more confident than she

ng towards his desk. "Eleanor has

ly confirmed. "It's

nitial tasks. Familiarize yourself with the schedule I sent over. It is... subject to change, often without notice.

s," Emily stated, her chin lifting slightly. She wouldn

ng his attention fully to the papers o

ily to the door. "Let's get you acquainted with the... intricacies of Mr.

ng in her mind. Who exactly was Vivienne Dubois? What kind of "uniqu

well-appointed, with a large desk, a comfortable chair, and state-of-the-art equipment. But it

till fixed on Emily. "So, Miss Chen," she began, her voice smoo

ve heard around the company...

lightly. "And what did you

y powerful and influential figure. That he is... dema

ted eyebrow. "An astute summary.

him manage his schedule and various commitments," Emily replied

y. "And did she tell you about the... other aspects of his life, Miss Chen?" she asked, her voice droppi

she did not. But I am prepared to

liams's world is not for the faint of heart. It is a world of immense power, yes, but also of... si

and that I may be stepping outside my usual professional comfort

most effective tool, Miss Chen. Sometimes, it is the subtle nuan

is. As Mr. Williams mentioned, it is fluid. Very fluid. You will need to be available at a moment's notic

ness meetings, charity galas, private appointments, and cryptic entries like "Meeting – The Collector"

maintained at all times," Vivienne added. "He values his privacy above everything else. Any breach of

ly affirmed. "Discr

ehold staff, and various... other individuals." She paused, her eyes flicking to Emily

k reminder of the rumors she had heard

ng to keep her voice steady. "I will handle all interact

desk. "Very well, Miss Chen. Your first task is to familiarize yourself with this. Mr. Williams has a lunch m

ling a sense of unease creeping in. "I

in, Miss Chen. Mr. Williams expects you to anticipate his needs. Eleanor

e screen and answered immediately. "Hi Thomas..." Her tone was crisp, businessl

the daunting schedule. Anticipate his needs? Learn quickly? Thi

with access to his files." She handed Emily a USB drive. "Everything you need s

" Emily said, offeri

avigating the labyrinthine file system. Folders, subfolders, encr

Emily. "Right, Miss Chen. I have another meeting

y replied, her eyes sti

r. Williams does not

ft the office, the sharp click of

e of Oliver Williams's world, armed with a daunti

popped up on her screen. An email from an unknown address. The s

ries from the schedule

e email notificati

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