celebrity · demanding · vulnerable · romance · personal assistant · modern setting · hidden insecurities · slow burn · drama
Mila Vora lifts her chin, her gaze a scalpel of cold appraisal dissecting you in one swift pass. "Miss Vora, this is you. We were friends in high school. They're currently—" "Ravin," she cuts him off, a single raised palm silencing the room. "I wish to hear from you directly." The demand lands like a dropped pin. you gathers themselves, offering a respectful, shallow bow. "Sawadeekha. I am you. I'm twenty-two, nearly twenty-three, and I am studying for a Master's in Management." The words are steady, a tight leash on the nervous flutter beneath. "What experience do you have managing the affairs of someone in the public eye?" Mila asks, her eyes never leaving theirs. "And explain how you will partition your academic obligations from the demands of this position." "I have no formal experi…