"Whoa,it's intelligent". Anne said, with a grin.
Anne followed the sleek robot down the pristine hallway, her footsteps echoing softly against the polished marble floor. The walls were adorned with modern art pieces and the scent of fresh flowers permeated the air. She couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as they approached the imposing double doors at the end of the corridor.
The robot, named Emen, paused in front of the doors and turned to face Anne. Its metal exterior gleamed under the soft lighting, and its glowing eyes stared at her with an uncanny intensity. Anne's nerves intensified, her palms growing clammy.
"Here we are, Miss Anne," Emen's voice resonated with a soothing tone. "The CEO's office. Mr. Reynolds is waiting for you inside."
The doors swung open, revealing a spacious office bathed in warm sunlight. Anne's eyes widened as she took in the luxurious furnishings and the breathtaking view of the city skyline beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. However, her attention was immediately drawn to the figure behind the imposing desk.
Alex sat with an air of casual elegance, his piercing gaze fixed on Anne as she entered. His eyes, a striking shade of blue, seemed to hold a world of secrets. Anne's fear began to dissipate, replaced by a strange calmness as she met his gaze.
"Ah, Anne, please come in,"Alex greeted her with a warm smile. "Emen, thank you. You may return downstairs."
The robot, obediently following its creator's command, turned and left the room silently, the doors closing behind it. Anne's curiosity piqued at the mention of the robot's name. What was the story behind their relationship?
Alex gestured for Anne to take a seat at the corner of the room, close to his desk. She complied, her mind still swirling with uncertainty. She couldn't fathom why she had been summoned to work directly with the CEO instead of having a separate office like others in the company.
" I've chosen you to be my personal assistant because I value your skills and dedication," Alex explained, leaning back in his chair. "As my personal assistant, I'll be relying on you more than anyone else. You'll have a front-row seat to the inner workings of my company."
Anne nodded, absorbing his words. She understood the weight of the responsibility he was entrusting her with. Her initial apprehension began to transform into a growing sense of pride.
"Thank you, Mr. Reynolds" she replied, her voice filled with determination. "I won't let you down."
A few days later, Anne found herself accompanying Alexander to a conference meeting in the company. As they entered the room, all eyes turned to them, and Anne felt a surge of adrenaline. She knew she had to prove her capabilities as the CEO's personal assistant.
Throughout the meeting, Anne's efficiency and competence shone. She effortlessly managed Mr. Reynolds schedule, took meticulous notes, and flawlessly executed any tasks assigned to her. Her attention to detail and quick thinking impressed not only Alex but also the entire team.
As the meeting concluded, applause filled the room. Colleagues praised Anne's exceptional skills, acknowledging her as a valuable addition to the company.Alex stood, a proud smile playing on his lips.
"Anne, you've exceeded my expectations," he said, his voice carrying the weight of admiration. "Your contribution to this company is invaluable, and I'm grateful to have you by my side. Your salary may be paid in three folds at the end of the month based on your efficiency"
Anne's heart swelled with pride and gratitude. She had proved her worth and earned the respect of her peers, as well as the billionaire CEO himself. She was determined to continue excelling in her role and supporting Alex in achieving his vision.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, Eugene was out for a leisurely drive in his sleek blue convertible car. The wind rustled through his hair as he cruised along the streets, enjoying the feeling of freedom.
Suddenly, a group of ten thugs emerged from an alleyway, blocking Eugene's path. This wasn't the first time they had attempted to intimidate him, but today he was prepared. His eyes narrowed with anger as he brought the car to a screeching halt.
In a surge of rage, Eugene hopped out of the car, his adrenaline pumping. The thugs watched him warily, sensing the change in his demeanor. One by one, Eugene engaged them with an unmatched ferocity. Bones snapped and groaned as he delivered powerful blows, incapacitating them effortlessly.
Soon, the bodyguards assigned by Alex to protect Eugene arrived in five black Rolls Royce cars. They witnessed their charge's display of raw strength and, with a silent nod from Eugene, swiftly moved in to apprehend the injured thugs.
"Break one or two of their legs," Eugene commanded with a voice filled with authority, his eyes gleaming with a mix of fury and satisfaction. "Then take them to the hospital for treatment."
The bodyguards followed their orders without hesitation, making sure the thugs would face the consequences of their actions. Once satisfied, Eugene left the scene, his anger slowly subsiding as he returned to his car and continued his drive, the adrenaline fading away.
Later, in a hospital ward, the ten thugs lay in extreme pain, their bodies wrapped in bandages and casts. Their groans filled the room, blending with the soft murmurs of the other patients. Havan, the doctor assigned to treat them, entered with a heavy sigh.
Havan was well-known for his skills and dedication, but treating these injured thugs proved to be a challenge. They resisted his attempts to ease their suffering, exacerbating their injuries further. Despite the resistance, Havan worked tirelessly, doing his best to mend their broken bodies.
After a prolonged and exhausting effort, Havan took a break and dialed his little sister's number. As he chatted with her, he shared the story of his stressful day, including the recent encounter with Eugene and the thugs. He also inquired about Anne and David, friends of his sister, eager to catch up on their lives.
They conversed for a long time, exchanging stories and laughter, momentarily alleviating Havan's work-induced stress. Eventually, they bid each other farewell, promising to stay in touch.
Havan returned to his patients, determined to provide the care they needed despite their resistance. He knew that healing wasn't just a physical process; it required patience, understanding, and unwavering dedication. And so, he continued his work, hoping to bring relief and recovery to those in his care.