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Like making sure I’m the best damn executive assistant Vormugh Enterprises has ever seen.

And making sure my cosplay for the convention is perfect.

Because if I’m going to be financially responsible with this new paycheck, I am damn well going to spend some of it guilt-free on my hobbies.

Pushing all unnecessary thoughts aside, I refocus on my real priorities. Work first. Work means money means security means paid time off to go to fun trips and conventions.

I triple-check my meeting notes.

I run through the agenda for Friday’s financial review.

I start prepping the conference room setup.

I won’t let some ridiculous crush ruin my focus.

I’m here to be the best assistant this company had ever seen.

Not to daydream about dragon knights and fated mates.

Nope.

Definitely not.

Chapter Five

THE MORNING OF THE DRAGON

Khanner Rokoth

The air iscrisp and cold when I arrive in Obsidian City via Rift Gate. The city is still shaking off the last remnants of night, the skyline dusted in the early hues of dawn.

I like this time of day.

The world is quiet, and in Vormugh Enterprises there is no chatter, no distractions, just the smooth rhythm of my own thoughts.

Except when the elevator doors open on the executive floor, the silence isn’t empty. A faint hum of activity reaches my ears. Unusual.

I stride down the hall, my footsteps absorbed by the polished obsidian floors. The space should be still, untouched.

Instead, I find her. Sunny Adlawan, already at work. She wears a black pantsuit cut precisely to her frame, emphasizing her long and lean silhouette. She doesn’t fidget, or pull on her hem or cuffs. She surveys her work with confidence, comfortable with herself and her surroundings.

Her sleek, black hair tamed into a low pony tail swishes in time to her careful strides. She moves around the conference room once more, adjusting chairs with careful precision. She barely glances up before catching sight of me.

She smiles, her face lighting up with genuine warmth. Not the usual expression that welcomes me when I surprise an underline. Curioser still, is that she waves at me. As if I haven’t been watching her for the last few minutes.

Without hesitation, Sunny steps forward, closing the distance between us. I take in every movement, every gesture. Her radiant smile reaches her dark brown eyes the exact shade as my favorite espresso as she extends her hand.

“Good morning, Ser Rokoth,” she says, her voice light but steady, warm yet professional. “Pleasure to meet you in person at last.”

I glance at her outstretched hand.

I take it.

Warm. Soft. As expected.

Yet there’s strength beneath the surface—a quiet, steady confidence.

She doesn’t rush the gesture, doesn’t overcompensate. Just firm, efficient, and assured.

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