[3rd Person’s POV] Hunter took a break from his computer. Admiring how diligent his new personal assistant was. A smile crept through his face. Paparazzi's would die just to capture Hunter’s image, smiling genuinely. Katalina felt eyes on her. She searched where it originated. Her gaze met his boss’. She gasped. “W-What?” The handsome billionaire shook his head. “You’re efficient.” “Because I’m getting paid,” she cackled. Hunter bobbed his head. “Hey, Amanda,” he chuckled. “If you’re tired, you can rest.” Katalina closed the folder. She placed it on top of another pile. “I’m nearly finished. What else should I do?” The billionaire expected Katalina to finish it by the end of the day. He was astonished by how quick she was in organizing. “What should we have for lunch?” he picked up his phone and dialled his favorite local restaurant. She lifted her gaze at him. “You want me to buy something?” He shook his head. “I’ll order for us.” She watched Hunter talking over the phone
[3rd Person’s POV] “Shit!” Katalina hurriedly gets inside a cab. She pointed to her boss’ car in front of them. “Please, follow that car.” “I’m on a break,” the driver munched the burger. “Please, h-he’s cheating on me!” she lied. Katalina faked crying. The driver seemed to convince. “That bastard!” he turned on the car’s engine and tailed behind Hunter’s car. “Thank you,” she said carefully which came out as a whisper. She took out her phone. And proceed to videotape the actual scene. Katalina also took pictures. Her heart was in her throat. She believed that this will lead her to the tip of the iceberg. The one that she wishes to discover to tarnish Hunter’s reputation. “I’m sick of those news tabloids,” she said. Katalina thought she said it to herself. The driver glanced at her. “What’s with the tabloid?” Katalina snapped her head. She sniffled. “Those cheating husbands.” Her mind was too quick to come up with some things. Thoughts are flowing inside her head. Determin
[3rd Person’s POV] Hunter held her hand. They entered the room. Katalina could not explain how nervous she was. Her heart can jump out from her chest. She swallowed a lump on her throat. Watching his boss looking at her. “How did you know I was here?” “I-I asked.” “Who?” “People around the street,” Katalina pursed her lips. He stared intently into her eyes. Hunter could tell that Katalina was nervous. He was not mad. He was just trying to decipher if she was telling the truth or not. “Are you sure?” he asked. Katalina nodded her head. “Yes, boss.” “I find it hard to believe. My schedules were written on my laptop,” Hunter said. She paled. The colors of her face drained. “Fine,” she closed her eyes. “You hack into my laptop—” “No! I asked the reporters about where you could have been,” she looked at her foot. Trying to hide the doubt on her face. The deafening silence fell upon them. Hunter was about to speak. But the woman who was with him approached him. "Who is she?"
[katalina] In this field of work, conscience shouldn’t grow. I’m not a liar. Never was. But in life, there are things we should sacrifice. Sacrifice in exchange for the greater good. And the greater good I am talking about encompasses my career and name. I glanced at my boss. If he was picture-perfect in every magazine, tabloid and social media advertisement, I don’t know the extent adjective of perfection. Tan skin, poreless face, well-trimmed beard, the man was a total package. No wonder why girls and gays are drooling over him. Hunter looked at me. He caught that I was staring at him. I shifted my gaze. Fixing it on the road. It was too late. But I tried to save myself from embarrassment. “Amanda,” he called me. I swallowed a lump in my throat. Why does he sound so sexy? I never was a fan of deep voices. But Hunter’s was an exception. Feels like I could listen to it all day. Even if he yelled at me, I would say thank you. Wild dream. Wild imagination. One that could po
[katalina] The guards were holding both my arms. Guiding me towards the living room. Where I supposed, Hunter was there. His mansion was superb. More than spacious. As I stepped foot inside the living room, his cologne greeted me. I looked all over. But he wasn’t there yet. His natural scent wafted in the air. I hate to admit this. But I can sniff it all day and have no complaints at all. I don’t want to sound like I am obsessed with Hunter. Clearly not. I’m setting the boundary that I am not his friend. Nor ever will be. My mission is important. This undercover thing means a lot to me. My career and future is at stake. They threw me in the couch. I glared sharply at them. A smirk was their response. It didn’t take long before I heard steps approaching us. My heart raced fast when the steps became clearer and clearer. He was wearing a black robe with gold stitches to it. Messy hair and a tired look on his face. Poor Hunter. Shit! “Who tried to sneak in?” he asked the bodyg
[katalina] I woke up with a pillow behind my head and a comfortable blanket wrapped around my body. The smell of crispy bacon, toasted bread, fried omelet and strong black coffee wafted in the air. I opened my eyes and looked around. Hunter was nowhere beside me. I’m alone in the couch. The clock ticks at 9 am. “Oh shoot!” I sat on the couch. “Good morning,” I recognized Hunter’s voice originating from the kitchen. He was shirtless. Wearing black boxers and white apron. He was frying sausages in the pan. “G-Good morning too,” my voice sounded hoarse. I cleared my throat. Folded the blanket and dragged my feet to where my boss was."Sorry I woke up late." He flipped the sausage and looked at me. "No problem," he winked at me. My face heated. Hunter chuckled after seeing me blush.I rolled my eyes at him. "How about you arrange the table while I finish this, okay?" I did what I was told. Hunter and I sat across the table. His maids were cleaning the house. While we are eati
[katalina] I lost count about how many meetings we had today. It’s late afternoon afternoon and my feet were sore already. Wearing heels are fun during the first thirty minutes. Further than that, it’s hell for me. Hunter provided me a laptop. Saying it is more convenient that writing on a pad. Keeping track of their meeting and their wordings are difficult. Only business owners can understand. For a commoner like me, I find it difficult. Nonetheless, I was doing my job for him so far. In the middle of the meeting, my phone vibrated. It was my editor. I glanced at Hunter. He was invested with the speaker in front. So, I exited from the conference room. I went inside the restroom and answered the phone call. “Hello, Sir?” I kept my voice low. “Hey. How’s it going there?” I can here keyboard clicks on his background. I sighed. “Well, the exposé I thought was a false alarm.” Jerry didn’t speak. “But you did dig some dirt on him?” “Not yet.” “What!?” Jerry scoffed. “You’ve
[katalina]Matthew and Hunter sat on the couch, near the front door. They are talking random stuff—merely catching up with their lives.It’s safe to say that they are friends. Or more than that, I think? Me, guessing that Hunter is gay, did not fade easily.I heard a thing about bromance. Well, for some reason, Matthew and Hunter were the perfect definitions of it.As I was sitting near his desk, I was observing them.Matthew was so touchy for Hunter. He would squeeze Hunter’s shoulder and run his fingertips on Hunter’s thigh.Hunter did not oppose it at all. He seemed to be enjoying it.They emptied a whole bottle of liquor. Hunter’s cheeks were turning red already. His level of alcohol tolerance was out of my scope. Perhaps, he’s drunk already.That explains why he’s so jolly and merry.While for Matthew, he’s a good-looking man too. He’s probably a gym rat. I could tell with his physique. His muscle was peeking through his sleeves. And like Hunter, he also has a perfect set of tee