Chapter 3 Crush on billionaire chapter 3

Amara barely had time to process his words before Damian was already on his feet, moving toward the door.

"Wait... now? As in right now?" she asked, hurrying after him.

He didn't slow down. "Yes. I don't believe in wasting time. Follow me."

They stepped into the elevator together. Amara stood awkwardly at the corner, stealing glances at him when she thought he wouldn't notice.

Damian Knight was... something else. Tall, broad-shouldered, sharp in every way-from his jawline to the cut of his suit to the cold steel in his eyes.

He pulled out his phone, typing quickly with one hand, completely ignoring her presence like she was invisible again.

The elevator doors opened to a different floor this time. The space was just as luxurious as the top floor, but this one buzzed with activity. Assistants rushed by carrying files, people spoke hurriedly into phones, and conference rooms were filled with important-looking individuals in suits.

"This is the operations floor," Damian said without looking at her. "You'll work from here most days, unless I specifically call you upstairs."

"Upstairs... as in your office?" Amara asked carefully.

He gave her a side glance. "Obviously."

Her stomach twisted again.

Eric, his assistant, approached with a tablet in hand. "Miss Rivera, here's your new phone, ID card, and access key. Your desk is just over there near the glass panels. HR already prepared your paperwork for later today."

Amara blinked in shock. "Wait... HR? This is really happening?"

Damian's tone cut in smoothly, leaving no room for argument. "Oh, it's happening."

As Eric handed her the phone and badge, she noticed something else...

People were staring at her.

Some subtle glances. Some not so subtle.

Whispers started.

"That's her... the girl from the article..."

"Is that the new assistant?"

"She's the coffee shop girl, right?"

Heat rushed to her cheeks. She fought the urge to run out of the building.

Damian seemed to notice the tension but said nothing.

Before disappearing into a nearby conference room, he paused and turned back toward her.

"Rule number one, Miss Rivera," he said, voice low but clear. "I don't tolerate mistakes. Not here. Not with me."

Their eyes locked for one brief, breathless second.

And then... he was gone.

Leaving her alone... in the middle of Knight Industries... with at least a dozen people still watching her every move.

Amara let out a shaky breath.

What had she just gotten herself into?

Amara stood frozen by her new desk, clutching her phone and ID card like a lifeline.

The whispers continued around her, soft but unmistakable.

"Why her?"

"I heard she spilled coffee on him... twice."

"Damian Knight never hires like this. Something's going on."

She took a deep breath and tried to focus.

The desk wasn't much, just a small corner space with a sleek computer, a landline phone, and a drawer that barely closed properly. Still... it was hers.

Her very first desk job.

Eric walked over a minute later, giving her a tight smile. "Don't let the stares bother you. This floor feeds on gossip. It'll pass... eventually."

Amara nodded, grateful for the small kindness.

"Okay, first things first," Eric continued, holding out a thick binder. "This is your training manual. It covers Damian's daily schedule, food preferences, travel routines, client list, and-most importantly-his rules."

Amara took the binder, already feeling overwhelmed. "Rules? How many does he have?"

Eric gave a dry chuckle. "Too many. But here's the short version: Be fast. Be efficient. Don't ask too many personal questions. Never, ever be late. And above all... never tell him 'no.'"

Amara's stomach twisted tighter. "That sounds... intense."

"Welcome to Knight Industries," Eric said with a shrug before walking away.

For the next hour, Amara stayed at her desk, flipping through the binder, trying to memorize important details:

Black coffee. No sugar. No cream.

Meetings start exactly on time-not a minute late.

He hates phone calls before 8 AM and after 10 PM... unless it's urgent.

Lunch? Rarely. When he does eat, it's usually something quick... like a protein bar or salad.

Halfway through reading, her new office phone rang.

Startled, she picked it up quickly. "Hello? This is Amara-"

Damian's voice came through, low and direct.

"Miss Rivera. I'm heading out for a client meeting. I want you at the car in three minutes."

Amara's heart jumped. "Wait... you want me to-?"

The line went dead.

She stared at the phone, then grabbed her bag, practically sprinting toward the elevators.Three minutes later, she stood outside Knight Tower, slightly out of breath.

A sleek black Mercedes waited at the curb. The driver held the back door open.

Damian sat inside already, scrolling through emails on his tablet like she wasn't even there.

Without saying a word, she climbed in and sat across from him, trying not to fidget.

For a while, there was only silence.

Then... out of nowhere... he spoke.

"You're nervous," he said, not looking up.

Amara blinked. "Is it that obvious?"

His lips curved into that signature half-smile. "To me? Very."

She swallowed. "I'm just... trying not to mess this up."

Damian finally lifted his gaze to meet hers.

"Good. Keep trying."

And with that... the car pulled away from the curb, carrying Amara straight into the heart of a world she barely understood... and one she was definitely not ready for.

But ready or not... she was in it now