Chapter 4

Georgina's POV

I wonder if it's the same thing he wants to do with me, but I'm no one compared to the super-classy models and actresses he deals with.

"I just wanted to ask how you're doing, how your work is going." He replies after a minute of silence, but his tone tells more than that; it has some undercurrents of interest.

"I was sacked," I snapped, saying in a sorrowful tone. A gasp escapes his throat, a gasp I can hear clearly.

"What was wrong, I mean, I can't believe this?"

"Hmm," I scoff, rolling my eyes. Aren't you the one who caused it? I wanted to say, but something holds me back; it would sound disrespectful. "I can't really relate, but… but I was found indiligent, I didn't complete my duty before the set time." I put this up rather; I listen back to it, and it sounds nice, better than what I intended to say earlier.

"Has it been long? Which day was that?"

"The day we met!" Immediately, silence fills the space between us. Christian can't say a word. This persists until I feel that he has ended the call from his end. I withdraw it from my ear to check, but he's still on. Why isn't he saying something then? "Your Highness?"

"Yes," his voice finally came up. "I'm so sad to hear this, I mean, come on, that's so bad. But I see you as a diligent girl. Why would that happen to you?"

"Hmm," I exhale heavily. This question is a huge temptation; how will I answer it without saying what I wish to avoid most? "It happened that way, and I needed to accept it." I just managed to say, it sounds abstract, but it's better simple like that.

"So what're you doing now?"

"Nothing!"

"Would you like to work with me?"

"Wha..?" I gasp; I think I didn't hear him clearly, or it's a dream. "How would that be possible? You're in Asark, and I'm in Ngotu; you see the distance between us?" I speak with a nervous tone, which is very surprising.

"It doesn't matter."

"But I don't get what you mean?" The true character of a Christian comes to mind. He's a flirt who loves hooking up with girls, even though he's already married. What type of job does he mean? Could it be that he's referring to my greatest suspicion?

"All challenges concerning our distance and other factors wouldn't bother you if you accept." His statement drops with an aura of authority, leaving me pondering, would I be able to cope with his attitude? If I work for him, that means I'll be under his authority to a great extent, and he might want to try me out as he does with other girls. I shake my head in reluctance.

"I'm sorry, but I might..."

"You don't have to bother, nothing to fear. I'm just seeking to help you get on with life. You just can't stay unemployed. Think about it."

"You're the Alpha, where will I work?"

"In my company or as my Personal Assistant."

"I'm sorry, I don't have the qualifications, looking for low-paying jobs. I never went to college, so I'm ineligible for this." I reply, a bit confidently, that this would be such a great opportunity for me, but I don't see myself working as a PA to this charming and seductive Alpha when he already has a wife. I'd be so close in this position, and a series of temptations might come along the way. I would love to work in his multi-billion-dollar fashion company and institute, which, according to Forbes, has over 300,000 staff, but I have no formal qualifications.

He keeps silent for a while before he finally sighs in frustration. I feel he's ready to say something else: "Can we meet personally and talk about this?"

"Where?" I say rolling my eyes, I don't wanna be tempted.

"In Asark."

I chuckle as he says this. I don't even have money to feed, and he's talking about me meeting him in Asark.

"But I don't have the transport to come over?"

"I will send my private jet to come pick you up at the airport, don't worry." Oh my goodness! I chuckle; this must be a pure joke.

My heart slowly sinks into the unexpected excitement. A voice within me tells me it's real; Christian means what he has just said. Never in my life have I dreamt of one day taking a flight, let alone being transported in a private jet to meet an Alpha who is the world's richest werewolf personality.

There's silence between us, I sense Christian being under great tension, wondering if I'd decline again, but who would be that foolish to forfeit this great opportunity? "Thanks so much, Alpha Christian," I finally said, trying hard to control my excitement. I feel that his tension is gone now that I've accepted his offer.

"You're welcome," he replies with a cold, sexy voice and hangs up the call. Immediately, I drop the phone on my bed, I jump up in excitement, letting out such a loud scream that I believe some neighbors many meters away would hear. Today is the happiest day of my life, a day I wouldn't easily forget, a day set down in the history of my life.

"Asark, here I come!" I scream so loud.

On the day Christian scheduled for my trip, I packed my things, the little things I have, ready to make the most interesting trip of my life. All my body is giggling, my face beaming with smiles. I can't wait to reach Asark and meet with my fortune. Days of suffering are over and long gone; I'd only remember them as history now.

As I reach Asark International Airport, I walk to the spot for private jets. From a distance, I see a large jumbo aircraft waiting for me; it has giant prints of Alpha Christian inscribed on its side in deep blue as the body of the plane is white. I blush, walking up excitedly.