Page 1 of Billionaire Wolf Needs an Assistant

Chapter 1

KATIE

I stared at the half-finished crochet hat in dismay. After an hour of stress crocheting, I realized that I had made a wrong stitch at the beginning. The entire thing had to be pulled and redone.

Ugh, there was no salvaging it. Giving up on any more attempts to put my employment offer from Discreet Talent Connections Agency out of my mind, I shoved the hat and my crochet hook into my craft basket.

My mind replayed the conversation I had with Gladys at the employment agency, "Ms. Clark, before you sign the contract, I need to be transparent with you about your new employer. Mr. Song can be... difficult to work with. His last assistant quit suddenly, crying as she ran in the middle of her shift. She didn't even bother to come back for her things." The agency specialized in job placements for rich and powerful men who were also supernatural creatures. I heard rumors that some of the men they served were werewolves and even vampires. To say that some of the clients they serviced were difficult was like saying Mount Everest was a hill.

Unfortunately, my need to keep a roof over my head and food in my belly overrode any hesitations I had about accepting the job. My gaze landed on the old television standing on top of two milk crates at the other side of the living room. Despite having graduated from one of the top universities in the country, I was still unemployed and living like a broke college student.

Think of the money, Katie, I repeated to myself. Besides, Lacey was currently flying around in private jets and living up the good life in a ski resort with her billionaire boss. If a bit of my roommate's good luck rubbed off on me, then maybe working for Mr. Reeve Song wouldn't be so bad. With that thought to bolster my confidence, I got ready for bed.

The gleaming glass windows of Alpha Fang Technologies towered before me. A woman dressed in a tailored gray skirt and flowing silk blouse strode out of the automatic double doors. Her stiletto heels clicked a steady rhythm and as she walked past me, she scanned my figure in disdain. My stomach flip-flopped. This was my first 'real' job after school, and dressed in my thrifted blazer and polyester dress pants, I felt like a little girl playing dress-up in my mother's clothes.

Just thinking of my mother filled my head with her voice.

"Why can't you be like your cousin Janice? She's going to get a PhD and an M.D."

I shook my head to clear away her negative words. My mother's constant disappointment in me was the last thing I needed today.

With a deep breath, I squared my shoulders and marched through the front doors. It was still technically thirty minutes until I was supposed to start my first shift. I wanted to give myself plenty of time to find my way around my new workplace. The security guard at the door glanced at me and shook his head as I passed by.

My sensible shoes clicked against the polished marble floor on the way to the front desk. I absorbed the sleek modern lobby with its soaring ceilings and abstract art. Everything screamed money and power, from the custom water feature that drew the eye upward fifty stories to the metallic Alpha Fang logo that seemed to float in midair behind the desk.

"Mr. Reeve Song, please," I said to the receptionist. "I'm his new assistant, Katie Clark."

She typed something in her computer system and clicked through the results before she picked up her phone. After a few muffled words that I couldn't hear, she ended the call.

"Floor 50, Ms. Clark," she said with a smile. "Mr. Song's office is waiting for you." She pulled a plastic card from a drawer and ran it through a machine. "This is your pass to operate the elevator. Good luck," she said as she shot me a sympathetic smile.

"Thank you." My hands shook as I grabbed the card. Everything in the building was made out of cold glass and metal. The grand lobby made me feel like I tiny ant as I scurried toward the elevators. The doors opened as a car arrived. I entered and scanned my pass before I pushed the button for the top floor.

After accepting the position from the agency, I had spent a sleepless night looking up my new boss on the internet. Every article described him as a ruthless genius with zero qualms about cutting inefficiencies from his business. He started his Alpha Fang in his early twenties after college and by the time he was twenty-five, he had built it into a company worth billions. His company was known for collaborating with some of the biggest corporations in the country including Wulfthorn Baked Goods. The photos of him in press releases showed a distinguished, handsome man with jet-black hair, strong cheekbones, and cold gray eyes that seemed to burn through my phone screen. My stomach flip-flopped, but I couldn't let Reeve Song's intimidating reputation dampen my excitement. This was finally my chance to prove to my family that I could make it on my own in the big city.

The elevator came to a stop and the doors opened directly into a clinically stark white reception area. A svelte blonde in a figure-hugging black designer dress that probably cost more than everything I owned in my apartment looked up from her computer. Her perfectly styled eyebrows rose when I stepped into the room.

"Katie Clark?" She stood up and walked around her desk with a fluid grace that should have been impossible in her heels. "I'm Sophia Roberts, Mr. Song's secretary. He is waiting for you in his office."

I followed Sophia down a hallway of glass windows past a couple meeting rooms to an imposing metal door. Sophia shot me a knowing look that made me stand a little straighter. Everybody in this building thought I didn't belong. I was going to prove them wrong.

Sophia knocked sharply before she opened the door. "Your new assistant is here," she announced.

I stepped past her into the massive office.

"Try not to cry when you run out of here," she muttered. "His last assistant caused quite a scene."

I gritted my teeth, unwilling to give her the satisfaction of scaring me.

The door closed behind me with a click. Giant floor-to-ceiling windows provided a wide view of the ocean shores of Huntington Harbor. In the distance, ships bobbed in the gleaming water like they were toys floating in a bathtub. A tall man in a perfectly tailored slate-colored suit stood at the window with his back to the door. Even without seeing his face, his entire being projected power.

When he finally turned around, I gulped. He was even more overwhelming in person than in his photos. Reeve Song possessed a primal magnetism that pulled me to him even from across the massive room.

He was taller and more handsome than I had expected. As he moved toward his desk, his movements were graceful and decisive like a predator stalking his prey. In an almost imperceptible movement, he inhaled deeply as if he was catching my scent.

His gaze swept over me dismissively. "You're early." His voice was deep, with a growling undertone that raised goosebumps on my arms.

I shot him a bright smile as I marched to his desk. "Yes sir! I wanted to get a good start. I'm Katie Clark, and I'm thrilled to join your team." I extended my hand.

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