Devilish secretary

The woman glanced at her colleague before looking back at Lilith. "And what makes you think you'd be the perfect secretary for someone like Mr. Carter? As you may have heard, he's gone through twenty secretaries in just two months. He's demanding, moody, and has no tolerance for mistakes."

Lilith's eyes darkened with amusement at the mention of Mr. Carter's notorious temper. "I've heard the stories," she admitted, "but I believe Mr. Carter hasn't found someone who can match his pace. I thrive under pressure and welcome a challenge. My ability to stay calm, manage details, and adapt quickly will make me invaluable to him. I'll be the secretary who doesn't just keep up, but who gets ahead."

The two HR representatives exchanged a glance, this time less doubtful and more curious.

The woman looked back at Lilith. "And lastly, this role is very demanding. It's not just about managing tasks, but being the CEO's right hand. That can be draining. Are you prepared for that level of commitment?"

Lilith's smile turned sharper, a glint of something dangerous in her eyes, but it was subtle. "Commitment isn't an issue. The only thing draining would be if the work weren't challenging enough. I'm not here to just fill a role—I'm here to excel in it. I have no interest in being mediocre."

There was a brief silence as the HR reps absorbed her words. The man finally leaned forward. "We'll be in touch shortly with our decision, Miss Parker. Thank you for your time."

Lilith stood, her smile not fading. "Thank you for the opportunity. I look forward to hearing from you."

With that, she turned gracefully and left the room.

Good job! Lilith, you sounded like the perfect secretary, she thought to herself with amusement, a subtle smile tugging at her lips.

As she made her way toward the exit, she noticed a woman in a striking red dress walking confidently toward the interview room. Her bold red lipstick matched her outfit, and her eyes were framed with sharp winged eyeliner. Every inch of her face was flawlessly made up. The red mini skirt hugged her curves, and the black high heels clicked against the floor with each step. Her hair was loose, bouncing slightly with her movement.

The woman stopped in her tracks upon seeing Lilith, her eyes scanning her up and down, as if sizing her up. There was a moment of silent tension before a smirk slowly spread across her heavily painted lips. Without a word, she turned and continued walking, her heels clicking louder as she headed for the interview room.

"Creepy humans," Lilith muttered under her breath, shaking her head slightly as she stepped outside into the daylight.

She had to buy her buddy, but it wasn't something easily found. Maybe she could order it online. It was convenient, but waiting for it was always the dull part.

As Lilith thought about it, her stomach growled softly. Despite the breakfast earlier, she was feeling hungry again. Sure, she could cook — just a little, not that she needed to impress anyone with her culinary skills. But maybe it was time to indulge in human food again.

And no, she didn't suck blood in the cliché, vampiric way. Lilith liked to drain people in other ways — by frustrating them, pushing them to their limits until they were a mix of anger and helplessness. That kind of "sucking" was more her style.

But for now, food. Real, human food. Something delicious. Maybe she'd check out one of the fancy restaurants nearby. The idea of enjoying a good meal with a glass of wine sounded just perfect after her interview.

-`♡´-

At the same time, in one of the biggest hospitals in City M, the office of Dr. Samuel Hayes, a renowned psychologist.

The walls were lined with bookshelves filled with thick volumes on human behavior, and framed certificates adorned the walls, evidence of his expertise. Abstract paintings hung strategically, meant to create a soothing atmosphere for his clients.

Dr. Hayes sat behind his polished mahogany desk, a file open before him.

A man sat across from the doctor. He wore a perfectly tailored three-piece suit that hugged his muscular frame. His face looked like an artwork sculpted by a god — deep black eyes that seemed to absorb everything around him, a tall, strong nose, and plump light pink lips that rarely curled into a smile. His sharp jawline enhanced his dangerously handsome features.

This man was none other than Sebastian Carter.

Sitting beside him was a twelve-year-old girl in a yellow dress, nervously fidgeting with her phone. Her small hands gripped it tightly, and she kept glancing down, avoiding any eye contact.

The Dr. Hayes studied the pair for a moment before finally speaking, breaking the silence.

"Your sister has nomophobia," the Dr. Hayes said, looking at the little girl, Rose. She bit her lip, stealing a quick glance at her brother's face. It was cold and expressionless, like a stone statue carved from darkness. His deep-set black eyes seemed to bore into her soul, leaving her feeling small.

Rose was frightened of her elder brother.

"Nomophobia?" Sebastian replied, his voice Sharp and flat, devoid of any warmth or concern. It was a tone that sent chills down Rose's spine.

"Yes," the psychologist continued. "It's the fear of being without your mobile phone. It's quite common among young people, and it can lead to anxiety and isolation."

Rose shifted uneasily in her seat, her grip on her phone tightening instinctively. She could feel her brother's cold, scary gaze on her, which only made her more frightened.

"And what do you suggest we do about it?" he asked, his tone as cold as ice, lacking any hint of emotion.

"I recommend setting strict boundaries with her phone usage, encouraging activities that don't involve screens, and possibly some therapy sessions to help her cope with the anxiety. It's crucial to address this now before it escalates further," the Dr. Hayes replied.