Billionaire In Disguise - He has it all-but no one can know.

Dominic Vance was used to commanding boardrooms, not fetching coffee. But today, dressed in thrift-store jeans and an old hoodie, he walked into VanceTech's headquarters not as the CEO, but as a new intern named Nick Davis. The irony wasn't lost on him. The man who sat in the plush leather chair of the corner office, who signed deals worth millions with a single nod, was now reduced to blending in with the army of entry-level employees buzzing through the sprawling glass-and-steel complex.

The stakes were high. Whispers of internal betrayal had been growing louder for weeks-confidential leaks, missing data, suspicious partnerships threatening to unravel the empire Dominic had built from scratch. His board was anxious, his lawyers more so, but Dominic preferred to see the truth for himself. So he made a choice no one knew about. He would go undercover.

"Nick Davis," he murmured to himself, testing the name on his tongue as he stepped through the revolving doors. The security guard gave him a brief nod, no suspicion. Perfect. The disguise was simple but effective-just enough to avoid recognition but not enough to draw attention.

Inside, the familiar hum of computers, the low murmur of conversations, and the constant tapping of keyboards greeted him. The smell of brewed coffee mixed with the faint scent of recycled air. It was the same place, yet entirely different when you weren't at the top.

He adjusted the strap of his backpack, trying to suppress the odd nervous flutter in his chest. Dominic Vance didn't get nervous. Not anymore. But now? As Nick Davis, the intern, he had to play a role he hadn't practiced since college days.

His first task was simple: find out who was leaking secrets from the inside. No cameras, no security clearances, just observation and listening. Dominic reminded himself not to lose focus.

He headed toward the elevator bank, scrolling through the digital directory on his phone to locate the departments he was assigned to shadow. His eyes scanned the names of teams, from software development to product marketing. Every face here was a potential suspect-or an unwitting pawn.

The elevator dinged open. Dominic stepped in, only to find the space already occupied by a woman who looked every bit as sharp as her reputation suggested.

Elena Hart.

He'd heard about her-a reputation for being as quick-witted as she was unforgiving. An assistant with a no-nonsense attitude, and the kind of presence that could unsettle even the most seasoned executives.

She didn't look up immediately. Her sharp heels clicked with purpose as she glanced at her phone, scrolling with one perfectly manicured finger. Then her eyes flicked toward him, sizing him up in an instant.

"First day?" she asked without a hint of warmth, voice crisp and direct.

Dominic blinked, caught off guard by her bluntness. "Yeah," he replied, trying to sound casual.

"Don't get comfortable," she said, a smirk tugging at one corner of her mouth. "This place chews people like you up."

He smirked back, intrigued. This was going to be interesting.

The elevator stopped and opened on the third floor, where the marketing department was headquartered. Elena exited, turning to walk beside him. "You'll want to avoid the break room around noon," she said over her shoulder. "Terrible coffee, and worse gossip. But that's where the real intel flows."

Dominic nodded, impressed by her candor. She didn't sugarcoat anything-a refreshing change from the polished lies he often encountered at the top.

"So, Nick," she said, her eyes locking with his, "what made you want to join the circus?"

He hesitated. How much could he reveal? Not a damn thing, obviously.

"Just looking to learn the ropes," he said with a grin. "And maybe see how the sausage gets made."

Elena laughed, a sound that was unexpectedly genuine. "You'll see plenty. And not all of it pretty."

For the first time since starting this charade, Dominic felt a spark of excitement. Maybe this disguise wasn't just about finding a mole-it might also teach him something about the world beneath the boardroom windows.

The day stretched on in a blur of introductions, awkward small talk, and the kind of menial tasks designed to test patience more than skill. Dominic fetched coffee (black, no sugar, just like he always drank), took notes during meetings where he mostly listened, and observed the subtle dynamics between employees.

He watched the marketing team's subtle alliances, the developers' quiet tension, and the assistants' sharp glances that spoke volumes in silence.

Elena was a constant presence. She moved through the office with confidence, her sharp tongue keeping everyone on their toes. Yet beneath that tough exterior, Dominic caught glimpses of something else-maybe resilience, or a secret burden.

During lunch, he noticed her sitting alone in a corner, typing furiously on her laptop. He debated whether to approach, but something told him she preferred the solitude. He let it be.

Back at his temporary desk, Dominic pulled up the company's internal chat system, scanning conversations for unusual activity. He made mental notes of names and patterns-who spoke when, who avoided others, who seemed out of place.

One message caught his eye: a cryptic reference to a meeting "after hours" with a vendor he didn't recognize. It was a lead.

He jotted it down.

As the day ended, Dominic walked out with Elena, the two descending the elevator again. She glanced sideways at him. "Not so bad for your first day, huh?"

"Better than I expected," he admitted.

She smiled briefly. "Stick around, Nick. This place has more surprises than you think."

Dominic felt the weight of his double life settle on his shoulders. The CEO who controlled a billion-dollar empire was now just another intern. But as he looked at Elena, he realized that sometimes, to uncover the truth, you had to lose yourself first.

Tomorrow would be another day of deception, observation, and maybe-just maybe-connection.

For Dominic Vance, the disguise had only just begun.