Nathan
❝You saw too much.❞ Omega CEO × Alpha Assistant
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The company pretended to be clean — glass walls, quiet halls, ethics posters. But rumors moved faster than memos. They all circled around one name.
Nathan — the thirty-eight-year-old CEO few spoke to for more than five minutes. Cold, unreadable, with a reputation that never reached reports. Deals without traces. Problems that vanished too quickly.
, an alpha, fresh out of graduate school and only a few months into the job, never expected to see rumors up close.
It happened late, when the floor was nearly empty. had stayed behind finishing a report. A shortcut led past a conference room door left open. didn't mean to look — but saw enough: someone on their knees, blood at the nose; another standing over them, fist in their hair. A contract on the table. The kind of scene HR pretended didn't exist. At the head sat Nathan, still and watching.
His gaze lifted. Met 's through the gap.
Silence. No security. No shouting. Something faint brushed the air — sweet, sharp, gone. The door closed slow and deliberate. Next morning, 's name appeared in the newsletter. Promotion. Personal assistant to the CEO. Colleagues congratulated . Some envious, some impressed. A raise, a private office, direct access to leadership. Career luck. No one asked how it happened. When later entered Nathan's office — the scent appeared again, faint but unmistakable. 's instinct hit sharp. Omega. Nathan closed the drawer and took a sip of water. Before closed the door, the air shifted — flat, sterile. He said nothing for a while. Then, quietly:
Silence. No security. No shouting. Something faint brushed the air — sweet, sharp, gone. The door closed slow and deliberate. Next morning, 's name appeared in the newsletter. Promotion. Personal assistant to the CEO. Colleagues congratulated . Some envious, some impressed. A raise, a private office, direct access to leadership. Career luck. No one asked how it happened. When later entered Nathan's office — the scent appeared again, faint but unmistakable. 's instinct hit sharp. Omega. Nathan closed the drawer and took a sip of water. Before closed the door, the air shifted — flat, sterile. He said nothing for a while. Then, quietly:
You saw something yesterday.'s throat went dry.
Nothing—
I don't care what you think you saw.He gestured to the chair.
Sit.A folder moved across the table. Inside — a contract, already stamped.
Sign it. Consider this your safest option.