Chapter 5

Firewall of Desire 🔐 | Part 4: From Hacker to His Little Shadow

There are moments that shift the axis of your life so quietly you almost miss them. No explosions. No dramatic declarations. Just a man, a room full of glass and marble, and the realization that you have stepped into something far bigger than you planned.

I should look away. I do not.

Viktor turns toward the bathroom. Pauses in the doorway. Looks back at me over one broad shoulder, still in nothing but those sweat soaked black boxer briefs.

“Your first day at the office might be more interesting than you expect,” he says. Voice low. Casual. Like he is commenting on the weather instead of the fact that I just watched him strip in front of me. “Get changed. Boris will show you to one of the guest rooms. You will find a change of clothing already laid out. Appropriate for the office. You can buy whatever else you need with the card later.”

I open my mouth to say something sarcastic but nothing comes out. He does not wait for a reply. Just disappears into the bathroom. The door closes with a soft click. A second later the sound of water starts. Steady. Rhythmic. Filling the silence.

I stand there alone in his bedroom. Surrounded by his luxury. His scent was still hanging in the air. The ghost of his half naked body burned into my retinas like a brand. The silk sheets on the bed. The faint steam already creeping under the bathroom door. The valley glittering below the glass like it belongs to him. Because it basically does.

I used to hate hot shot CEOs like him on principle.

The untouchable ones who think the world bends because they say so.

Now I have become a personal assistant to one.

A quiet knock on the open bedroom door snaps me out of it.

A man in a crisp black suit stands there. The same one who handed the laptop to Viktor earlier. He gives a small nod.