Chapter 3 My True Goal

Dominic's POV

It's been three days since she started working as my assistant and I can't help but notice Something about the way she walks into the office every morning.

It fucking pisses me off. She doesn't walk in the way most women do... their heels clicking for attention, wearing their makeup like armor, their eyes wide with fear or desire.

But no.

Nina walked like she had nothing to prove. Like she belongs here. It's so damn annoying. She's supposed to be nothing but a pawn. A tool, an easy target I purposely trapped to break apart piece by piece.

Instead, she sits at her desk, typing calmly, listens when spoken to, and leaves her emotions locked behind those unreadable brown eyes. But none of that mattered to me.

My goal in life was to make everything even more miserable for her. So, I make it harder. " This is a list of international meetings you need to schedule for me," I speak coldly, dropping the files on the floor for her to pick.

Half of them are in French, few in German. Languages she could never understand. I watch her eyes scan all the names, the foreign words new to her. "I...I."

Her lips parted slightly, just enough for me to catch the expression of confusion on her face. "Is there a problem with doing your work, Miss Nina?" I ask coolly.

"No, Sir. I'll get it done right away." She speaks, lifting her eyes to meet mine. "I expect the confirmation by lunch. If even one meeting is wrong, don't even dream of coming back after the break."

She walks out without saying a word, holding the paper like it's just another challenge for her to overcome. I spent the next hour waiting for the sound of her footsteps.

Expecting her to admit to the fact that she can't do it. But to my surprise, she doesn't. Instead, my mail pings at 11:47am. All meetings were confirmed with their different time zones and contacts noted.

How the hell did she do that?

It's not fucking possible. I grit my teeth, deleting the email without replying to it. Fine, let's say she had survived the first difficulty.

Let's see how she handles what comes next for her then. That night, just before leaving the office, I walked past her desk and dropped a thick folder on it.

"Is this what you call a fucking report!!"

I bark at her. She looks up at me, her eyes already filled with the weight of everything I had put her through earlier. "I'm...I'm sorry Sir, it's what you wanted me to do."

"These reports are weak. Rewrite them from the beginning." I command. "When do you need them, sir?" She asks, her voice already trembling from the stress she is about to go through.

"This night before 11pm. Sharp." Her pen froze for a second, but then she nodded. "Understood Mr Dominic." No complaint, no protest, not even a single sigh from her.

I stay awake all through the night, my eyes scanning the clock to know when it would be 11pm, expecting half-finished work from her or some pathetic excuse for not getting it done.

Instead, I find the revised reports already sent to my email at 11pm sharp. Clean, better than the one I had intentionally rejected. "What the hell is wrong with her?" I murmur to myself.

She's supposed to break. Maybe even try to fight back. Or worse she's supposed to beg me. But all she ever does....is endure everything I have been throwing at her for the past three days.

It has to be pride. Arrogance. Maybe she thinks she's too good to fall. But I'll prove her damn wrong, I didn't hire her for her life to be better.

I was going to get my revenge, and I would get to any extent to do that. So, I decided to hit her where it would hurt the most- publicly at the board meeting tomorrow.

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The next morning during our board meeting, I called her to stand next to me in front of the executives and shareholders. She hesitated for a while before stepping forward, gripping the presentation notes I handed her ten minutes ago.

She stands before me, her eyes calm, hands still. So I wait to make my move. She begins presenting the figures I made her prepare.... Complex numbers, quarterly breakdowns.

Then, just as she moves to the next slide, she mispronounces a word I intentionally knew she would make a mistake calling out. A single word, Barely noticeable by the board of directors, but it's enough for me to make my move.

"Whatever you just pronounced now is wrong Miss Nina. Is this how you try to prove me wrong for hiring you as my assistant?"

"S....Sir..."

"I suggest you learn to speak properly before embarrassing my company." Cutting her off words before she could complete them.

The silence in the room stretches too long. The executives and directors do nothing but whisper among themselves. Nina doesn't speak. She just nods once and steps back, her face carrying an expression of someone who was about to cry.

Everyone shifts uncomfortably, but I feel no shame at what I just did. The goal was to make her feel small, humiliate her. I wanted her to remember that she's only here because every day she would spend with me would be hell on earth.

But even with all these she doesn't break down, she still stays on her feet. I find myself staring at her for too long. Wondering how someone like her could come out from a monster like her father.

Wondering why I even cared in the first place. No... I don't care. I can't care. She's the daughter of the man who murdered my parents in cold blood.

The man who took everything that ever meant happiness from me. He walked away with blood on his hands while I was left to scratch and claw for everything I have now.

And now, she walks these halls with quiet grace like she doesn't carry that same blood in her veins. Unforgivable.

I would make her regret every single day she spent the day she walked into my life. And the worst... it was yet to come for her.