"A movie?" Olivia’s brow furrowed as she looked at the documents again, confusion dancing across her face. "And you need fake mustaches for that?"
"Yes!" I said, trying to sound more confident. "The role’s, um... very challenging. Lots of action! And… and I’m pretending to be a man!" I waved my hand dramatically. "You wouldn’t get it. It's... showbiz." Olivia’s eyes widened with admiration. "Wow, sis. I didn’t know you were in such a big movie!" I nodded, relieved, but still on edge. "Yep! Major project." Then I leaned in closer, lowering my voice. "But it's a secret, okay? No need to tell anyone, especially not Mom." She blinked as if just remembering something. "Oh! I was going to show her—" "NO!" I practically yelled, making her jump. "I mean, no need to worry about her. This role is intense, and I don’t want her stressed out about it." Olivia gave me a sheepish grin. "Sorry, sis. I won’t go through your stuff again, I promise." I smiled, feeling like I’d just dodged a bullet. After giving her a quick hug, I grabbed my phone, pretending to get an urgent call. "Oh, sorry, gotta run! Big… movie meeting!" "At 11 p.m.?" my mom asked, popping her head into the room with a raised brow. "It’s... an evening shoot," I mumbled, already halfway out the door. "Emma’s coming with me!" My mom sighed and handed me a packed lunch. "Fine. But be careful." As soon as I escaped outside with Emma, we burst out laughing. "That was too close!" Emma gasped, clutching her side. I nodded, still breathless. "Let’s get out of here before she changes her mind." --- Charles POV Morning came quickly, and I was already drowning in emails when Mason Williams—I mean, Charlotte in her ‘macho’ disguise—walked into the office. He, or rather she, looked ridiculous, but oddly impressive. The sharp brown suit, the fragrance... not bad. I caught a whiff of it as she approached. "Good morning, sir," she said, her voice a little too deep to be convincing. I smirked, finding it amusing how hard she was trying. "Morning, Mr. Williams. Settling in alright?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. Charlotte—I mean, Mason—nodded stiffly. "Yes, sir. Ready for anything." I couldn’t resist teasing a little. "Well, I hope that includes protecting me like you did the other day. My last PA couldn’t handle it. Good-for-nothing." I shot a glance at the empty chair where my previous assistant used to sit. Charlotte’s eyes widened. "Of course, sir! I’m... very capable." There was an awkward beat, and she adjusted her suit jacket nervously. "Excellent. You’ll be responsible for handling all documents, going where I go, and protecting me when needed. Think you can handle that?" I asked, leaning back in my chair, watching her squirm.She swallowed hard. "Yes, sir."
Just then, my phone buzzed. It was my dad. I groaned inwardly. "Yes, Dad?" "I hear you’ve hired a new assistant," his voice boomed from the speaker. "I’d like to meet him." I rolled my eyes. "Dad, I’m handling it. You don’t need to interview everyone I hire." "I want to make sure he’s capable. You know how important this position is." I sighed. "Fine. I’ll bring him over." When I hung up, I turned to Charlotte—no, Mason. "You’re meeting my dad today. Try not to blow it." Mason—Charlotte—stammered. "M-Mr. Lucas Goldberg?" Her face paled a little under the disguise. "Yeah, don’t worry. He’s a teddy bear... except when he’s not," I joked, watching her panic rise. --- Charlotte POV “Lucas Goldberg”. My knees felt weak. The man was a titan in the business world—and he wanted to meet *me*. I tried to play it cool, but internally I was freaking out. This was the last thing I needed. If Lucas suspected anything, my entire charade would be over. I smiled nervously. "Can’t wait." As I left Charles’ office, I pulled out my phone and texted Emma. “I’m meeting Charles’ DAD. HELP!” A message pinged back almost immediately: “Good luck, Mason. You’re gonna need it.” I sighed, wiping my brow. This just got a whole lot more complicated. --- Lucas Goldberg’s sharp eye could see through anyone’s lie, and now Charlotte must face him. Will her disguise hold up, or will Lucas expos e her before her new job even begins? The tension mounts as the door to his office swings open. ---Charlotte’s I stood outside Mr. Lucas Goldberg’s office, frozen, staring at the nameplate like it had the power to change my life. And in a way, it did. My heart pounded, my palms were sweaty, and the knot in my stomach felt like it was tying itself tighter.Okay, Charlotte, deep breaths, I thought. You’ve faced worse than this. Well… maybe not.I adjusted my tie, tugged at the hem of my suit jacket, and finally, with a shaky hand, pushed the door open.Mr. Lucas Goldberg looked up from his papers, his eyes sharp and calculating. It was like looking at an older, more intimidating version of Charles. The resemblance was uncanny—the same piercing blue eyes, the same chiseled jaw. But where Charles’ arrogance was all swagger and charm, Lucas’ was steely and authoritative.“Good day, sir,” I said, trying to keep my voice from trembling.“Mr. Mason,” he greeted with a nod, his eyes scanning me from head to toe, assessing me like a chess piece. “How are you?”“I’m doing well, sir. And your
---Charlotte stepped out of the noisy club, the cool night air a welcome relief from the chaos inside. Her heels clicked against the pavement as she paced back and forth, trying to calm the rage burning inside her. She clenched her fists tightly, nails digging into her palms. She had never felt this embarrassed in her life. And the cause of it all? Charles Goldberg, she thought bitterly. That arrogant, entitled jerk!The club's heavy doors swung open, briefly letting out the sound of laughter and music before slamming shut again. Charlotte barely registered the people going in and out as her mind raced. Her chest tightened every time she thought about the scene that had just unfolded. Charles, in his usual fashion, had flaunted his wealth and charm, drawing the attention of every woman in the room. But this time, he had gone too far. He had made a spectacle out of her, his own PA.Who does he think he is? she fumed, kicking a small stone across the sidewalk. He had no right to embarr
Charlotte barely made it through the door before collapsing on her bed. The weight of the day hit her like a truck, and within seconds, she was out cold. She woke up only a few hours later, blinking slowly, still half asleep at the sunlight filtering through her window.She rubbed her eyes as she stumbled into the kitchen, where Emma was already making coffee. "Why did you come home so late yesterday?" Emma asked, raising an eyebrow as she poured a cup.Charlotte sighed deeply. "I’m in trouble, Emma. I’m so tired of this job, I don’t know how much longer I can deal with it."Emma slid the coffee across the counter. "What happened?"And Charlotte spilled. She told Emma everything—from Lucas to the chaos at the club, to the exhausting demands of Charles. "I swear, I’ve never met anyone as difficult as him," she finished, slumping into a chair.Emma snorted. "You’re getting paid, and you’re getting bonuses. I don’t see what the problem is. You’ve dealt with worse."Charlotte’s eyes widen
Charlotte sat on the couch, her mind spinning. She couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling gnawing at her. Who was upstairs? Charles had dismissed it casually, but her instincts screamed otherwise.“Okay, let’s get down to business,” Charles said, leaning forward, fingers steepled together as if he had nothing in the world to hide.Just then, there was a loud clatter from the staircase. Both their heads snapped toward the noise. A tall, blonde woman appeared, walking down completely naked, but with a G-string and a bra, her heels clicking loudly against the marble floor. “Baby,” the woman purred, flashing a flirty smile as she reached the bottom step, “you left me upstairs... again.” She paused mid-step when her gaze landed on Charlotte, sitting in the middle of the room, wide-eyed.The woman’s eyes widened as recognition dawned. “Oh my God!” she screamed, dramatically placing a hand on her chest. “Who is this? Are we going to have visitors now?”Charlotte’s face was impassive, but inside,
The air was thick with uncertainty as Charlotte stood at the entrance of Eleven Madison Park, her mind racing. Charles had walked off with the mysterious stranger, leaving her torn between following him and meeting Mason at the office. Every instinct told her that whatever the stranger wanted could lead to trouble, but Mason’s message also hinted at something urgent.What should I do? she thought, chewing her lower lip.Before she could make up her mind, her phone buzzed again. Another message from Mason: “Charlotte, it’s important. I found something about Maxwell. We need to act fast.”Her eyes darted toward the shadows where Charles had disappeared, a sense of foreboding tightening around her chest. I’ll check on Charles later, she decided. For now, she had to trust that Charles could handle himself. Mason had never been wrong about a threat before, and she wasn’t about to ignore him now.She turned on her heel, rushing toward the office.---At the OfficeMason was pacing in the ha
The night had swallowed the city whole. Dim street lights flickered, casting eerie shadows on the sidewalks as Charlotte sat silently in the cab, her heart pounding in rhythm with the tires against the road. The plan was risky, but it was the only chance she had to save Charles. She knew she couldn’t walk into this blind. Every step had to be calculated. She had to think before acting. Think. Stay calm.As the cab pulled up to Mr. Lucas’s house, she took a deep breath, rehearsing her next move in her mind. Her hands trembled slightly as she reached for her phone. Emma was her first thought—loyal, reliable—but she couldn’t drag her into this. This isn't her fight, she told herself, staring at her phone before slipping it back into her bag. No, this was her battle now. And Charles’ life was on the line.She quickly dialed Mr. Lucas instead. His steady voice answered almost immediately. "Hello?"“Mr. Lucas,” Charlotte began, disguising her voice, “this is Mason. I need to see you. It’s
The sound of her heartbeat echoed in Charlotte’s ears as her senses slowly returned. Her body was heavy, pressed against cold concrete, debris surrounding her. Her vision blurred as she tried to blink the dust from her eyes. For a moment, she wasn’t sure if she was dead or alive. The explosion. It felt distant, like a bad dream.Then reality crashed back in."Charles!"She gasped, pushing herself up onto shaky arms. Her head throbbed, and every muscle screamed in protest, but she ignored the pain, frantically searching for him through the haze of smoke and rubble. The once-standing warehouse was now a twisted, burning wreck. Shards of glass littered the ground, and the sharp scent of smoke clawed at her throat.Through the chaos, she spotted Charles lying a few feet away, half-buried under debris.“Charles!” she screamed, scrambling toward him, her hands shaking as she cleared the rubble away from his body. His eyes were closed, and for a terrifying moment, she thought he wasn’t breat
James“I can't take it anymore. You’re the worst I’ve ever dated!” James' voice cut through the air like a blade. “You complain about every little thing, blame me unnecessarily, and you’re too manipulative. You know what? I’m done with this fucking relationship. Nothing good comes from it.”Charlotte“Oh no!” I exclaimed, my voice shaking with panic gripping my throat. “James, you can’t do this to me, to us. We’ve been together for three years! All I did was love you. You’ve treated me like trash—cheating on me with other girls, hitting me—and now you’re just going to break up with me?”The weight of his words crushed me, with my heart shattered into pieces . How could he do this? After everything I’d endured for him? Tears began to fall, blurring my vision as I left the apartment in an unsteady manner due to the heartache I felt, my body shaking from crying. Each step away from him felt heavier than the last, like I was sinking into a dark, endless pit.---Hours later, I found mysel
The sound of her heartbeat echoed in Charlotte’s ears as her senses slowly returned. Her body was heavy, pressed against cold concrete, debris surrounding her. Her vision blurred as she tried to blink the dust from her eyes. For a moment, she wasn’t sure if she was dead or alive. The explosion. It felt distant, like a bad dream.Then reality crashed back in."Charles!"She gasped, pushing herself up onto shaky arms. Her head throbbed, and every muscle screamed in protest, but she ignored the pain, frantically searching for him through the haze of smoke and rubble. The once-standing warehouse was now a twisted, burning wreck. Shards of glass littered the ground, and the sharp scent of smoke clawed at her throat.Through the chaos, she spotted Charles lying a few feet away, half-buried under debris.“Charles!” she screamed, scrambling toward him, her hands shaking as she cleared the rubble away from his body. His eyes were closed, and for a terrifying moment, she thought he wasn’t breat
The night had swallowed the city whole. Dim street lights flickered, casting eerie shadows on the sidewalks as Charlotte sat silently in the cab, her heart pounding in rhythm with the tires against the road. The plan was risky, but it was the only chance she had to save Charles. She knew she couldn’t walk into this blind. Every step had to be calculated. She had to think before acting. Think. Stay calm.As the cab pulled up to Mr. Lucas’s house, she took a deep breath, rehearsing her next move in her mind. Her hands trembled slightly as she reached for her phone. Emma was her first thought—loyal, reliable—but she couldn’t drag her into this. This isn't her fight, she told herself, staring at her phone before slipping it back into her bag. No, this was her battle now. And Charles’ life was on the line.She quickly dialed Mr. Lucas instead. His steady voice answered almost immediately. "Hello?"“Mr. Lucas,” Charlotte began, disguising her voice, “this is Mason. I need to see you. It’s
The air was thick with uncertainty as Charlotte stood at the entrance of Eleven Madison Park, her mind racing. Charles had walked off with the mysterious stranger, leaving her torn between following him and meeting Mason at the office. Every instinct told her that whatever the stranger wanted could lead to trouble, but Mason’s message also hinted at something urgent.What should I do? she thought, chewing her lower lip.Before she could make up her mind, her phone buzzed again. Another message from Mason: “Charlotte, it’s important. I found something about Maxwell. We need to act fast.”Her eyes darted toward the shadows where Charles had disappeared, a sense of foreboding tightening around her chest. I’ll check on Charles later, she decided. For now, she had to trust that Charles could handle himself. Mason had never been wrong about a threat before, and she wasn’t about to ignore him now.She turned on her heel, rushing toward the office.---At the OfficeMason was pacing in the ha
Charlotte sat on the couch, her mind spinning. She couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling gnawing at her. Who was upstairs? Charles had dismissed it casually, but her instincts screamed otherwise.“Okay, let’s get down to business,” Charles said, leaning forward, fingers steepled together as if he had nothing in the world to hide.Just then, there was a loud clatter from the staircase. Both their heads snapped toward the noise. A tall, blonde woman appeared, walking down completely naked, but with a G-string and a bra, her heels clicking loudly against the marble floor. “Baby,” the woman purred, flashing a flirty smile as she reached the bottom step, “you left me upstairs... again.” She paused mid-step when her gaze landed on Charlotte, sitting in the middle of the room, wide-eyed.The woman’s eyes widened as recognition dawned. “Oh my God!” she screamed, dramatically placing a hand on her chest. “Who is this? Are we going to have visitors now?”Charlotte’s face was impassive, but inside,
Charlotte barely made it through the door before collapsing on her bed. The weight of the day hit her like a truck, and within seconds, she was out cold. She woke up only a few hours later, blinking slowly, still half asleep at the sunlight filtering through her window.She rubbed her eyes as she stumbled into the kitchen, where Emma was already making coffee. "Why did you come home so late yesterday?" Emma asked, raising an eyebrow as she poured a cup.Charlotte sighed deeply. "I’m in trouble, Emma. I’m so tired of this job, I don’t know how much longer I can deal with it."Emma slid the coffee across the counter. "What happened?"And Charlotte spilled. She told Emma everything—from Lucas to the chaos at the club, to the exhausting demands of Charles. "I swear, I’ve never met anyone as difficult as him," she finished, slumping into a chair.Emma snorted. "You’re getting paid, and you’re getting bonuses. I don’t see what the problem is. You’ve dealt with worse."Charlotte’s eyes widen
---Charlotte stepped out of the noisy club, the cool night air a welcome relief from the chaos inside. Her heels clicked against the pavement as she paced back and forth, trying to calm the rage burning inside her. She clenched her fists tightly, nails digging into her palms. She had never felt this embarrassed in her life. And the cause of it all? Charles Goldberg, she thought bitterly. That arrogant, entitled jerk!The club's heavy doors swung open, briefly letting out the sound of laughter and music before slamming shut again. Charlotte barely registered the people going in and out as her mind raced. Her chest tightened every time she thought about the scene that had just unfolded. Charles, in his usual fashion, had flaunted his wealth and charm, drawing the attention of every woman in the room. But this time, he had gone too far. He had made a spectacle out of her, his own PA.Who does he think he is? she fumed, kicking a small stone across the sidewalk. He had no right to embarr
Charlotte’s I stood outside Mr. Lucas Goldberg’s office, frozen, staring at the nameplate like it had the power to change my life. And in a way, it did. My heart pounded, my palms were sweaty, and the knot in my stomach felt like it was tying itself tighter.Okay, Charlotte, deep breaths, I thought. You’ve faced worse than this. Well… maybe not.I adjusted my tie, tugged at the hem of my suit jacket, and finally, with a shaky hand, pushed the door open.Mr. Lucas Goldberg looked up from his papers, his eyes sharp and calculating. It was like looking at an older, more intimidating version of Charles. The resemblance was uncanny—the same piercing blue eyes, the same chiseled jaw. But where Charles’ arrogance was all swagger and charm, Lucas’ was steely and authoritative.“Good day, sir,” I said, trying to keep my voice from trembling.“Mr. Mason,” he greeted with a nod, his eyes scanning me from head to toe, assessing me like a chess piece. “How are you?”“I’m doing well, sir. And your
Charlotte POVI burst into the house after Emma's frantic call, barely catching my breath. "Hey, Mom," I called, trying to act like everything was perfectly normal. "Long day, huh? I’ll just head to my room." My heart pounded as I made my way to the room, bracing myself for whatever "emergency" had Emma in such a frenzy.As soon as I opened the door, there it was: Olivia standing there, holding up my disguise. The fake mustache, the men’s shoes, the documents—all of it. I felt my stomach drop and my pulse racing. My worst nightmare was happening right before my eyes."What's going on here?" I demanded, trying not to let my voice crack.Emma nervously shifted from foot to foot, her eyes darting between me and Olivia. "Uh, well, Olivia was... um, cleaning your room, and she—""I wasn’t cleaning!" Olivia interrupted, her face turning bright red. "I was looking for my charger, and I found... this," she said, waving the disguise in the air.My heart nearly stopped. The girl didn’t just fin
CharlotteIt was supposed to be a beautiful day. The birds were singing, the sun was shining, and yet there I was, sitting on the couch like a prisoner waiting for judgment day. My heart was in my throat, and I couldn’t even focus on the cheesy romantic movie playing in front of me. I was supposed to be preparing for a meeting… as a man. Emma, ever the optimist, grabbed my hands and gave them a reassuring squeeze. “Today is your day! Trust God, believe in yourself, and make it happen.” She flashed me a grin. “You’ve got this, Charlotte. I trust you.”“Yeah, easy for you to say,” I muttered. “You’re not about to impersonate a guy in front of a billionaire.”“Hey, chin up!” Emma tapped my nose like I was a sulking toddler. “Besides, how hard can it be? Just act like a man. Eat like you’ve never seen food before, and talk like emotions are some kind of disease.”I snorted, feeling slightly better. “That sounds ridiculous.”“It’s true though,” she said, trying to stifle her giggle. “Just