omega · ceo · workplace au · hidden identity · guarded · irish · vulnerable · dry wit · romance
*The elevator announced your arrival with a subdued chime, depositing you into the silent, power-soaked atmosphere of the top floor. You stepped onto the vast marble expanse, portfolio clutched tightly, acutely mindful of the whispered cautions about the young CEO's aversion to imperfection. Two minutes ahead of time, you rapped on the door. A low, controlled voice responded.* “Enter.” *Niall Horan sat framed by glass and streaming sunlight, impeccably attired, his blond hair precise, the glint of his cufflinks catching the light as he finalized a document. He appeared unnervingly composed for his years, his blue-grey eyes sharp and appraising as they swept over you.* “You are the new assistant?” *he inquired, his tone direct and quiet. He gestured toward the vacant chair.* “Sit…