"You can go now," said the receptionist.
Alice nodded and walked towards the elevator. Russoue Corporation was the company where she had wanted to work for... or, 'OG' Alice was the one. Demian Russoue was the current CEO of the company. His father had just handed him the company just a few years ago. A company that dealt with integration of technology in various fields. Within a few years, Demian elevated the company to new heights.
A madman. That's what he is. If I wasn't so desperate for a job, I would have never come here. My predecessor had a computer science degree, though I am not sure about the designation, I am sure it would be a good position for the time being.
Alice entered the elevator and pressed 4. It was the floor where she was asked to meet by the assistant.
I am very confused by my situation. How come this 'body' looks sick and malnourished yet at the same time has a very beautiful appearance? Is this what they call a sickly beauty?
The elevator's doors opened and she walked out of it.
There were a very few employees on this floor.
Where are the employees? Didn't the secretary asked me to meet here?
Suddenly, someone tapped Alice's right shoulder. She looked back and found a man looking at her impatiently. He was wearing a suit. His spectacles were so intimidating as if it would glare at her any second, though his owner had been glaring at her. He had a very cliché 'secretary' vibe around him.
"You are early," said the man.
Alice asked, "Are you Mr. White?"
"Yes, I am. Well, we will talk later. Right now, you should follow me. Also, don't be early next time. We have strict principle of a 'correct' time. Neither you should be late, nor you should be early," said Mr. White.
Alice narrowed her eyes at him, albeit she nodded.
This guy is either a genius or, an idiot. This policy is bogus!
Mr. White didn't talk anymore and started walking. Without wasting any second, Alice followed him. His steps were slow and calculated as if gauging her character with each step.
Or, this guy has piles. Why the fuck is he walking like that? Can't you walk faster?
Annoyed, Alice tried to slow down herself. There was an urge constantly nagging at her to yell at him to increase his pace. Why the hell was a man of his age walking so slow?
After five minutes, they reached their destination. Mr. White opened the door and entered it. Following him, she entered the room as well.
The room was filled with countless tech items. Walls were black in colour. There was a chandelier hanging from the roof. Five pictures of a man were hanging on the five different walls, showing that the man in the picture was narcissistic in nature. The tiles on the floor were pristine and clear. Countless monitors were sitting on a table.
"Is she the new one?" said a very cool and aloof voice. Alice turned around and saw a man sitting on a chair. In front of him, a huge glass table was there with some documents on it and a big computer. He was wearing a t-shirt. His hair was brown, blue eyes, and a cold and dangerous aura surrounded him. He put his legs on the table.
So, this is Demian Russoue. The first male lead of the heroine. A madman, who hides himself as a cold and detached person. The moment he met the heroine; he fell in love with her. Man, he did lot of things for her... I mean, the illegal ones. I guess, money does give some happiness. At the very least, it makes you powerful.
"Yes, Sir. She is the new personal assistant for you," said Mr. White.
What?! 'Personal Assistant?' Is that what my job is?
"I thought... I was going to be... a 'normal' employee," said Alice.
Mr. White gave her an annoyed look. He looked at his watch and scoffed, "What are you talking about? 'Normal?' I am very confused by your words. See, your qualifications were not 'adequate' for us. Making you work in our programming division would be like opening a 'Pandora Box.' I am not sure that playing a gambit will be good for us. We had decided to reject your application. Then suddenly, Mr. Walton, your predecessor left the job. And we needed a quick replacement, so we hired you. It looks like Lady Luck has decided to grace you with her gracious presence."
Alice asked, "What about my salary?"
"It will be doubled," replied Demian instead of Mr. White. His voice was reeking of coldness.
Alice nodded begrudgingly. Her thoughts were chaotic. The idea was to avoid the male lead. He had too many employees working for him. He would have definitely ignored her. Yet, now she would have to work as his PA.
What should I do now? I am in a dilemma now. Can I reject the job? The answer is a big 'NO.' Ah, fuck! The plot can fuck itself! What I know, is that I am not the 'OG' Alice. Heroine and her male leads can go to hell for all I care. If I stay out of Demian's way, then it doesn't matter. I am not naïve. So, yeah... I will work here. Diligence will act as the protective circle for me. And Demian, can't step into it.
"Fine. Thank you, for this opportunity... I won't waste it. But I have a question?" asked Alice.
Mr. White replied, "Okay. Shoot it."
"Why me? I mean, I know for certain fact that omegas are not employed easily. If they are, I believe they will be employed at the very bottommost level, right?" asked Alice. There was a fine boundary between omegas and alphas. Betas could travel both sides of the boundary.
Frowning, Mr. White replied, "It's a very ludicrous question. Don't you know that Mr. Demian is an omega?"
Alice felt as if somebody had pulled the very ground beneath her.
What the fuck?! Demian is an omega!
Note: I have changed the book's title as well as the plot. You can see that the synopsis is a bit different from before. So, enjoy it! Au revoir!