Page 5 of My Billionaire Boss Crush

As a personal assistant, I have always strived to go above and beyond. That is until my supervisor at my old job ruined everything for me.

But lately, I feel like I'm running on empty, constantly taking on more tasks than I can handle. Nevertheless, I push those thoughts aside, determined to show everyone what I'm capable of.

As usual, I’m one of the first few to arrive at the office, and even though I know none of them like me, I still greet them with a smile. I make my way to my desk, beholding the papers strewn across the surface with a slight sense of dread. But I quickly brush it aside, reminding myself of the long list of tasks I need to accomplish for the day.

I take a deep breath, reminding myself that I can handle anything that comes my way. Today will be different, I tell myself.

I start by organizing my schedule and mapping out the day's meetings and appointments. As the morning progresses, requests pour in from all directions. My colleagues rely on me to juggle their needs. I know that it’s their way of testing me, a cruel game they play among each other to see who will get me to break first, but I'm determined not to disappoint.

One by one, I tackle each task with efficiency and precision, making sure everything is taken care of promptly.

Several hours pass and my desk becomes a battleground of notes, reminders, and unfinished tasks. But I push through, fueled by the desire to prove my worth. I handle last-minute changes, urgent calls, and unexpected demands without flinching.

I am unstoppable, I tell myself again.

As the day wears on, a sense of disorientation slowly settles within me. The constant barrage of tasks has taken its toll. My mind becomes foggy, and my once-sharp focus starts to waver. I struggle to keep up with the demands, feeling as though I'm being pulled in a hundred different directions at once.

At a point, I lose track of my time, wondering when lunch came and went as I watch my colleagues return from the cafeteria, all smiles.

My hands tremble as I attempt to type out an important email, but the words blur on the screen. My heart races, and panic sets in. I desperately try to regain control, but the mounting pressure is overwhelming. I can't seem to catch my breath, and my hands tremble even more uncontrollably.

Just as I'm about to hit my breaking point, Alexander storms into the office, striding toward my desk with anger clear in his eyes, exuding an aura of power and authority. With his chiseled jawline and piercing eyes, he commands attention without even uttering a word. His presence alone demands respect, but it is his perpetually grumpy expression that sets him apart from the rest.

Tall and impeccably dressed, his tailored suits cling to his broad shoulders, accentuating his strong physique. His dark, tousled hair adds to his rugged charm, while a faint stubble on his square jawline gives him an air of nonchalant confidence. Despite his brooding demeanor, there is an undeniable magnetism in his every move, drawing people toward him like moths to a flame.

His piercing eyes, a stormy shade of grey, seem to hold the weight of the world, reflecting a mixture of determination, intelligence, and a touch of vulnerability that only the observant can discern.

He takes one look at the chaotic scene before him, and his face turns red with frustration. "What is going on here?" he bellows, his voice piercing through the air. The entire office falls silent, everyone's attention now focused on me. “I’ve been calling your phone for the past hour with no reply, and you didn’t report to my office this morning either.”

My stomach turns as I look at the discarded phone on my desk only to see it lying there, disconnected from its wire. I must have mistakenly unplugged it in my attempt to sort through the documents lying all over the table.

Unable to find my voice, I try to explain, but the words come out incoherent and disjointed.

Alexander's frustration boils over, and he points an accusatory finger at me. "You've taken on too much! You're drowning, and it's affecting your work!" His words cut deep, and I feel a mix of embarrassment and shame wash over me.

He continued his tirade, listing my recent mistakes and missed deadlines. Each word feels like a stab in the heart, a reminder of my inability to handle the mounting workload. I want to defend myself, to explain that I was only doing the job that was handed to me by the others. But my voice remains trapped within, buried under the weight of exhaustion and disappointment.

“Are you a child, Miss Osbourne? If you can’t handle the workload that your lazy colleagues have been handing over to you, are you unable to speak for yourself?”

How he knows that not all the work I’ve been taking on is assigned to me is beyond my knowledge. I ignore the accusatory glances the others are throwing at me behind Alex’s hulking figure and continue staring into his raging gray eyes. They may be the only thing keeping me from fainting from exhaustion right now.

“I’m sorry.” Those are the only words I can manage to get out of my mouth that won’t end with me toppling over my desk.

I have no idea what he sees on my face, but the anger in his eyes slowly fades away, and his voice softens. He takes a deep breath as if summoning control and strength for how to handle me. "You have talent, Miss Osbourne, and I see your potential. But you need to take care of yourself. You can't pour from an empty cup." His words hang in the air, and a moment of realization dawns upon me. I've been so focused on proving myself to others that I've neglected my own well-being.

With a heavy heart, I nod in acknowledgment. The weight of my ambition and the pressure to prove myself have taken their toll. It's time to take a step back, reassess my priorities, and find balance in my work and personal life.

It looks like Alexander wants to say something else, but he decides against it at the last minute. He turns on his heels and walks away instead, causing the others to pretend like they weren’t just listening to every single word he snarled at me.

“Well, he’s definitely not dating her.” Someone snorts, and laughter fills the air.

Refusing to let the humiliation I’m feeling win, I gather my scattered thoughts as it occurs to me that this setback is not the end. It's an opportunity to grow, to learn from my mistakes, and to come back stronger.

The road ahead won't be easy, but I'm determined to find my equilibrium and show everyone, including myself, that I can excel without sacrificing my own well-being.

In this pivotal moment, the weight of my ambition collides with the reality of my limitations. I make a silent promise to myself to prove, not only to my colleagues but also to myself, that success is not measured by how much we can handle but by how well we can take care of ourselves.

So, I gather all the documents that have nothing to do with me or my job description and silently hand them out to their owners, much to their disbelief.

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