Chapter 5 IT'S TONIGHT

THE DEVIL BILLIONAIRE PERSONAL ASSISTANT

(Life takes turn)

Chapter 4

With a surge of hope, Emily typed the phrase into the password prompt. The folder opened.

Inside were various documents, but one file immediately caught her eye: a collection of old letters, tied together with a faded ribbon. The handwriting on the envelopes was elegant and flowing. They were addressed to a young Oliver, and the return address was in French.

As Emily carefully untied the ribbon and began to read, she realized these were love letters. Passionate, heartfelt letters from someone named... Vivienne Dubois. Her mind reeled. Vivienne? The cool, elegant woman who seemed to hold so much sway over Oliver?

These letters painted a completely different picture – a picture of deep affection and a shared history.

Suddenly, Vivienne's earlier words echoed in her mind: "Mr. Williams's... requirements can be rather... unique." And "things are rarely as they seem."

Emily now had more questions than ever. What was the true nature of Oliver and Vivienne's relationship? And what did this "Shadow Wolf" rendezvous have to do with these old love letters?

The clock on her computer ticked closer to 9:00 PM. She had a "Discreet Elegance" dress code to adhere to and a "Nightingale file" to deliver to a mysterious "Shadow Wolf."

She want to know herself, she's Curious,she has to know who the Shadow wolf is too,she planned to take the nightingale to the wolf or whatever

As she prepared to leave for the evening, Emily couldn't shake the feeling that she was about to step into a world far more intricate and emotionally charged than she could have ever imagined. And somewhere in the middle of it all....

– North Hollywood "No-ho"

Sophie's house

"Yaayyyy I won!" Aurora screamed as she slammed the game controller onto the table, her choppy gold hair flying with the force of her victory. Her oversized band t-shirt and loose jeans were a stark contrast to Mabel's bohemian look.

"I let you win," Mabel teased, heading toward the fridge. "Wouldn't want to crush your tomboy spirit."

"Shut up! You always say that!" Aurora shot back, mock anger in her eyes. "Just admit it-I finally beat you fair and square!"

"Well who knows?," Mabel grinned, grabbing a bottle of kombucha.

"What do you mean?" Aurora snapped, still in competitive mode.

"Can you both shut up?" Sophie's voice, laced with irritation, floated over from the plush armchair where she was buried in a legal textbook. "I'm trying to concentrate!"

A moment of silence, followed by Sophie muttering, "Crazy bitches," when the room was still. She glanced over her book to find the living room empty.

"Mabel's her sister, and Aurora's her best friend. Ugh. These two are hopeless," Sophie muttered, adjusting her reading glasses. Her phone vibrated.

"Who's that now?" she sighed, picking up her phone. An unfamiliar number flashed on the screen:

"Sophie, it's Daniel. Wanna hang out like old times? Coffee tomorrow? My treat. ☕️"

Sophie's eyes widened. Daniel? She hadn't heard from him in years. Her fingers hovered over her screen as nostalgia hit. A spark of curiosity nudged her. She typed back, "Perhaps." She locked the phone, trying to refocus on the laptop, but Daniel lingered in her thoughts.

---

Meanwhile, in Beverly Hills, Emily was checking her reflection in the ornate mirror of her temporary office. "Discreet Elegance," the email had said. She wore a simple black off-shoulder dress, pearl necklace, and sensible heels, trying to ignore the scar that peeked out just below her shoulder. The Nightingale file, containing old letters, was tucked securely in her clutch.

Nerves fluttered in her stomach. Meeting the mysterious "Shadow Wolf" in a dimly lit lounge felt worlds away from spreadsheets.

Her phone buzzed-Joyce's text:

"Em! You've gone silent! How's life in the Oliver's palace? Any steamy secrets yet? Spill! ☕️"

Emily couldn't help but grin at Joyce's nosiness. They'd barely talked when Emily was in WD Financial, but now they were turning into best friends.

Still breathing! The palace is... an experience. Heading out for a "special assignment." Will fill you in soon. Wish me extra luck! 😉

She slipped the phone back into her clutch and headed for the door. Mrs. Gable, the uniformed maid, was polishing a vase in the hallway.

"Good evening, Miss Chen," Mrs. Gable said with a polite nod.

"Good evening, Mrs. Gable," Emily replied with a small smile.

Reaching the grand foyer, she nearly bumped into Oliver, who was engrossed in his phone. His tailored dark suit screamed billionaire power. He didn't look up as she walked toward the door.

"Good evening, Mr. Williams," Emily said, trying to sneak out unnoticed.

Oliver glanced up, his green eyes briefly meeting hers, but his mind was elsewhere. "Miss Chen. Working late?" he asked absentmindedly.

"Just finishing up some things," Emily replied, hoping her outfit didn't raise suspicion. She hadn't been home since starting as his assistant, and wasn't planning on it now.

"Right," he murmured, returning his attention to his phone. "Don't forget to lock up."

Emily nodded and quickly exited the mansion. A sleek black car waited outside. She let out a breath as the car pulled away. Oliver hadn't seemed to notice anything off.

She glanced back at the mansion as it receded into the distance.

Another unpredictable day in the billionaire's world was done, but tonight-tonight, the mysterious "Shadow Wolf" and the full story behind awaited. And the secrets in the Nightingale file felt heavier than ever in her hand

It's TONIGHT!

TO BE CONTINUED