Devilish secretary

"Why do you even want me to marry her, Grandpa?" Rayan asked, unable to hold back the frustration in his voice. "She's just an orphan. You could easily offer her money and be done with it."

His words hung in the air for a moment, but neither his father nor grandfather responded right away. Instead, they exchanged a glance—one that held more meaning than Rayan could grasp. It was as if they shared a secret, something they weren't willing to reveal to him just yet.

Finally, his grandfather spoke, his voice firm. "She's perfect for you, Ray. I know you're infatuated with that wild girl, Lia, but that's just a fling. You can have your fun now, but once you're married, Lilith will be your only concern. You'll forget all about Lia." His eyes bore into Rayan's, making it clear that this wasn't up for discussion.

Rayan scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Fine, whatever. But I'm only interested in Lia," he muttered, pushing himself off the sofa. "Anyway, I'm done here. I'm leaving."

Without waiting for a response, Rayan turned on his heel, his mood sour as he made his way out of the grand living room. His thoughts raced with frustration and rebellion. Lilith? Perfect for him? He highly doubted that. She was the opposite of everything he wanted.

But why were they so adamant about this marriage? It wasn't just about money, that much was clear from the way his grandfather had spoken. There was something more, something deeper, but whatever it was, Rayan wasn't interested in sticking around to find out.

As he stepped outside into the cool evening air, his mind went back to Lia. She was the only one who mattered to him.

***

On the second floor of the old building, in room number five, Lilith sat on a plush chair, watching her "Human doll" as he spoke with an elderly man.

The meeting had begun, and she was supposed to take notes, but she hadn't brought anything with her—no phone, no notebook. Sebastian hadn't mentioned it either, simply expecting her to manage.

Not that she needed any tools. Her mind was more than enough to remember every detail with perfect accuracy.

"Mr. Frank, as we both know, this deal can increase our market value," Sebastian said smoothly, his voice filled with confidence. He was persuasive, as expected, discussing the business proposal with a calm precision.

Mr. Frank, with hazel eyes and gray hair that spoke of years of experience, nodded thoughtfully, his expression serious. He listened intently to every word, occasionally glancing at her. His wrinkled face showed that he had seen his fair share of negotiations.

Lilith smirked inwardly. These humans, always so focused on their deals and numbers, thinking it was the most important thing in the world. While they discussed the finer points of contracts and market values, she sat there, mentally noting every word without so much as a glance at paper or phone.

The amusing part was, Sebastian hadn't even bothered to check if she had the tools to write anything down. But that didn't matter to her. She had already stored all the information perfectly in her mind.

However, she still couldn't quite understand why the building looked so rundown from the outside but had such a classic, elegant interior. Not that it mattered to her—humans had strange tastes, and she was hardly surprised anymore. It seemed like one of those places designed for private meetings, similar to exclusive restaurants.

After the meeting, she followed Sebastian back to the car. He didn't speak a word, and she didn't bother breaking the silence. They returned to the company in the same quiet atmosphere. As they entered the building, he headed straight for the private elevator, while she was left to take the public one. With a shrug, Lilith made her way back to her workstation.

Fifteen minutes later, intercom phone rang. It was from the CEO's office.

"Send me the meeting notes within half an hour," Sebastian's low voice commanded. Before she could respond, he hung up.

Lilith smirked at the phone. Typical. He didn't even bother to ask if she had written anything down. Well, lucky for him, she didn't need to. She could recall every detail of that meeting with ease.

She turned on her computer, ignoring the curious and wierd gazes from the others around her. Without wasting time, she started typing up the meeting notes, her fingers flying over the keys.

As she worked, her thoughts wandered briefly. Hmm, maybe I should buy a planner and a notepad to carry with me... or, better yet, an iPad. But then she paused, smirking to herself. No, no, I'm a "normal human," right? Let's keep it cheap. I'll just stick to a planner and a note diary.

Satisfied with her decision, she returned her focus to the task at hand, determined to impress her human doll.

However, what Lilith didn't realize was that the very human doll she was trying to impress was already contemplating firing her.

Sebastian Carter, seated in his office, leaned back in his chair, thinking through the day's events. She's different… but maybe too different. He frowned slightly, recalling how she walked into the meeting without a notebook, planner, or anything to take notes with. How could she be so unprepared?

He shook the thought off, focusing back on the screen of his MacBook, fingers tapping rapidly across the keys.

Let's wait and see, he decided.