Alex's POV

I stood outside the sleek glass façade of Blackstone Legal, fidgeting with my tie as I struggled to wrap my head around the unexpected call from Helping Hands agency that morning. The voice on the phone had been crisp and confident, informing me that I had an interview with Ryan Valtor, one of their esteemed clients, for a housekeeper position that afternoon - today!

I had barely had time to catch my breath, let alone prepare for the interview, and the short notice had left me feeling frazzled and underprepared. My nerves were now thrumming like a live wire as I contemplated the daunting task ahead.

As I entered the grand lobby, a polished receptionist greeted me with a warm smile. She picked up the intercom and announced my arrival to Ryan Valtor, seeking his permission to send me in. Her nod seemed to confirm that I was cleared to proceed.

Ryan, the name Ms. Thompson mentioned this morning over the phone, made me wonder: "Is Ryan really that common a name?" After all, I had met another Ryan just two days ago at a café. Was it just a coincidence, or was Ryan becoming the new John or Michael? I pushed the thought aside and focused on the interview ahead.

The receptionist directed me to Ryan Valtor's office, and I made my way down the hall, my heart racing with anticipation.

I had never been one for formal attire, but Ms. Thompson's insistence on dressing professionally had me feeling like a different person. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves and composed myself for the interview ahead.

I knocked on the door, and a deep, resonant voice bade me enter. I stepped inside, my eyes scanning the room until they landed on a tall, imposing figure standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows. He was engrossed in his work, his back to me.

"Take a seat," he said, his voice firm but distracted. "Just give me a moment."

I nodded, though he couldn't see me, and made my way to the chair in front of his desk. As I sat down, I couldn't help but wonder if all Ryans were tall, and commanding. The stranger at the café had been friendly, but this Ryan seemed different. More polished, more refined, more intense.

I waited, my eyes fixed on the back of his head, wondering what he would be like when he turned around. Would he be kind, or would he be stern? Only time would tell.

As the minutes ticked by, I remained seated, my eyes fixed on Ryan Valtor, who was still engrossed in his file. I shifted my gaze to the table in front of me, becoming mesmerized by the Newton's cradle pendulum, locked in a silent staring contest. My nerves were on edge, and I could feel my anxiety growing. Suddenly, a loud clatter broke the silence, and I nearly jumped out of my seat.

I turned to see what had caused the commotion and spotted the file Ryan Valtor had been reading now scattered on the floor. My gaze then shifted to his face, and I was met with a look of utter disbelief - a mirror image of my own. In that moment, I recognized those piercing blue-grey eyes, the same ones that had held my attention at the café just two days ago. The stranger, Ryan, was standing right in front of me, his face a picture of shock.

My mind went blank, and words failed me. As I struggled to process this unexpected turn of events, Ryan Valtor's expression transformed from shock to a mixture of confusion and curiosity.

As Ryan Valtor leaned down to pick up the fallen file, his eyes remained fixed on mine, his gaze piercing. "You're...the guy from the café, aren't you? Alex, if I'm not mistaken," he asked, his voice low and even.

My nod was almost imperceptible, my vocal cords frozen. Our chance encounter two days ago flooded back – my abrupt departure, my standoffish demeanor. If only I'd known that this captivating stranger would soon be my potential employer. "Yeah, that's me," I managed to croak.

Ryan's eyes narrowed, his brow furrowed in concentration, as if trying to solve a puzzle. "What are the chances?" he muttered, shaking his head in disbelief.

I forced a smile, trying to break the tension. "Ah, yes," I said, standing up to meet him. "Nice to meet you...again." I extended my hand, and Ryan took it, his handshake firm.

"Nice to meet you too," Ryan replied, his eyes scanning me from head to toe as we shook hands. I could almost hear him thinking, "You look so different from the guy I met at the café." And I knew why - my usual attire was a far cry from the formal wear I had donned for the interview.

As I tried to withdraw my hand, Ryan's grip lingered, his eyes locked on mine. I glanced down at our hands, feeling a hint of awkwardness, and said, "Um, about the interview..."

Ryan released my hand, smiling, and gestured for me to take a seat. As we both sat down, he leaned forward, his hands clasped together on the table. "I must say, I'm intrigued," he began. "I thought you were an artist, yet here you are, applying for a housekeeping position. What's the story behind that?"

I hesitated, unsure how to reveal my true motivation. Saying "I need the money" seemed too blunt, so I rephrased it. "Well, you know, an artist's career is full of ups and downs. Right now, I'm...between projects."

Ryan nodded thoughtfully and picked up the file from the table. To my surprise, it was my resume, but not the version I'd given the agency. This copy was crisp and new, clearly printed by Ryan.

His eyes scanned the pages with interest, his gaze moving methodically from one section to the next.

"I see you've had quite a variety of part-time jobs," he observed. "But, I must say, I don't see much direct experience that would qualify you for a housekeeping position...except for this."

He paused, his finger tracing a line on the paper. "Your volunteering work at the orphanage. That's interesting. It shows you're capable of caring for others."

Ryan's eyes lifted, meeting mine. "But can you handle the physical demands and attention to detail required for this role?"

He set the resume down on the table, his focus now solely on me.

I felt a surge of hope. Maybe, just maybe, my unconventional background wouldn't be a hindrance after all.

"I'm confident I can handle the housework and cooking responsibilities," I said, trying to sound as assured as possible. "I understand you need someone flexible with timings and other tasks, and I'm willing to adapt."

Ryan nodded, his expression thoughtful. "Is that so?" He leaned back in his chair. "What are your expectations, then? Any specific demands?"

I hesitated, knowing my primary motivation was financial stability. But I couldn't say that outright. "I'm looking for a steady, full-time job that can support me financially and help me stabilize my life. No other demands, really."

Ryan raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his voice. "No paid leaves every month? You don't want that?"

I faltered, unsure how to respond. "Well, I understand you need someone to prepare meals daily...I didn't think paid leaves would be feasible without a valid reason. But if I ever need a leave due to illness or an emergency, I would appreciate that understanding."

Ryan smiled, his eyes sparkling. "Of course, that's understandable. Anyone would need leave in unavoidable situations. That's only fair."

I nodded, feeling a sense of relief and optimism as the interview seemed to be going smoothly. But then, an awkward silence descended upon us, with Ryan simply gazing at me, his expression unreadable. It was as if he was pondering something, unsure how to broach the subject.

The silence stretched, becoming increasingly uncomfortable. I shifted in my seat, trying to break the tension. "Um... Is there anything else you'd like to ask?" I ventured, my voice hesitant.

The words hung in the air, and for a moment, I wondered if I had inadvertently prompted him to reveal a deal-breaking concern.

Ryan's POV

Of course, there were questions I wanted to ask him - questions that had nothing to do with his qualifications or experience. Is he interested in men? Does he have a boyfriend?

As an employer, I should have been solely interested in his qualifications and fit for the role. But I couldn't deny the spark of attraction that had ignited within me. I wanted to know Alex as a person, beyond the confines of this interview.

My lips parted, and I almost asked, but I caught myself, clearing my throat instead. I tilted my head, studying him with a curious intensity.

He was fidgeting, his hands drumming a restless rhythm on the armrests of his chair as he shifted in his seat. His eyes darted towards me, then away, as if searching for a hint of my decision.

But I'd already made up my mind - he was getting the job. Despite his lack of experience, he'd shown promise and a willingness to learn. And then there was the fact that he'd been on my mind constantly since our chance encounter two days ago.

I couldn't believe he was now sitting in front of me, applying to work in my home.

I leaned forward, steepling my fingers together as I studied him. I'd give him the job for two reasons: my undeniable interest in him, and the urgent need for a housekeeper who met all my requirements - which, fortunately, he did.

I broke the silence with a warm smile, my eyes locking onto his. "You've passed the interview," I said, my voice firm and decisive.

Alex's face illuminated with a mix of surprise and relief, a soft smile spreading across his lips. "Really?" he asked, his voice laced with incredulity.

I nodded, my smile widening in response to his astonished expression. "Absolutely," I confirmed, my voice warm with conviction. "You've met all the requirements and agreed to the terms, so...yes. And I hope you'll find the work rewarding – and a good fit for you."

"Thank you, sir," Alex said, his voice filled with gratitude. "Thank you for this opportunity. I won't disappoint you."

I nodded, feeling a sense of satisfaction at finding the perfect candidate. And perhaps, something more

"Let's review the details," I said, pulling out a prepared folder from my desk drawer. "This contains your job description, schedule, benefits, and a contract outlining the terms of your employment as my live-in housekeeper."

I handed him the folder, its contents neatly organized. "Please take a moment to review everything, especially the contract. I want to ensure you're comfortable with the terms before we proceed."

As Alex took the folder, his eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as he leaned forward, scanning the documents.

I elaborated on the details, "As you can see, the position requires a significant commitment - seven days a week, no holidays, not even Sundays, unless absolutely necessary. You'll also be required to sign a non-disclosure agreement, given my high-profile client base and sensitive documents stored at home."

I paused, ensuring he understood the gravity of the role. "As my housekeeper, you'll be responsible for all household duties, including cleaning, laundry, and organization. It's a demanding position, but I'm willing to offer a highly competitive package to the right person."

I outlined the benefits and salary: "You'll receive a salary of $13,500 per month, plus benefits including comprehensive health insurance, a quarterly bonus structure. Additionally, you'll have access to a state-of-the-art laundry facility, a comprehensive household budget for expenses related to the estate, and a dedicated expense account for any work-related expenditures."

I steepled my fingers, watching Alex review the contract. "Please note that this is a one-year contract, with a three-month probationary period. If your performance doesn't meet my expectations during this time, I reserve the right to terminate the agreement."

Alex's brow furrowed, his eyes scanning the page with intensity. He nodded slightly, his dark hair falling across his forehead.

I continued, "However, if you excel in your role, we can discuss extending the contract beyond the initial year and exploring additional benefits and perks."

As I spoke, I noticed Alex's hands trembling slightly as he held the papers, his eyes still scanning the contents with an intensity that suggested he was absorbing every word.

"Additionally, please be aware that if you wish to terminate the agreement or quit your position, you are required to provide two months' written notice. Failure to do so will result in a penalty, as outlined in Section 3 of the contract."

Alex's eyes flashed up to mine, widening in surprise, before darting back down to the contract. His lips parted slightly, as if he was about to speak, but no words emerged. His fingers moved hesitantly over the text, as if re-reading the clause to ensure he understood the implications.

I studied his reaction, trying to gauge his emotions. Was he overwhelmed by the terms, or simply surprised by the level of commitment required? His silence suggested a mix of both, and I wondered if he was beginning to regret his decision to take the job.

To put him at ease, I asked in a gentle tone, "Is there anything you'd like to add, change, or discuss? Do you have any concerns or reservations?" 

Alex looked up, his eyes locking onto mine. "N-no," he stuttered slightly, a hint of a smile on his lips. "It's just...this is far more than I ever expected," he said, his voice filled with genuine enthusiasm. "I'm truly grateful for the opportunity. I'm excited to take on this challenge and deliver high-quality work."

As I watched, Alex pored over the documents again, his brow furrowed in focus, meticulously ensuring he grasped every nuance.

"Need any assistance, Alex?" I asked, gently breaking the silence.

He looked up, his eyes locking onto mine. "No, sir. Just double-checking everything."

I nodded, impressed by his diligence. "Excellent habit to have."

I smiled, moving on to the next step. "Now, I hope you've brought the required documents with you?" I asked, leaning forward slightly.

Alex reached into his bag, his hands moving with a quiet efficiency, and produced a folder. "Yes, sir. Here's my ID, a photocopy, and a photo," he said, handing it over with a brief smile.

I nodded, accepting the documents as he returned to reviewing the contract. I must say he was thoughtful enough to bring a photocopy of his ID too. I took a moment to verify the information, my fingers drumming a gentle rhythm on the desk as I checked the name, date of birth, and address against the details he provided earlier in his resume.

Satisfied that everything matched, I placed the original ID back in the folder and returned it to Alex, retaining the photocopy for our records. My movements were smooth and deliberate, a testament to my experience with these sorts of transactions.

"Everything in order?" I asked, leaning back in my chair as I spoke, my eyes locked onto Alex's.

Alex nodded. "Yes, sir. All seems to be in order," he replied, his voice measured and calm.

"Good. If you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask," I said, offering a slight smile, having already picked up on his introverted nature from our short time together - a brief couple of meetings, but enough to sense his cautious approach to speaking up.

He nodded, his eyes scanning the pages once more. Then, he looked up, a hint of hesitation in his voice. "Um...Actually, sir, I do have one question. I haven't seen the apartment where I'll be working. Could I...take a look around before signing the contract?"

"My apartment?" I said, acknowledging his question. Well, he was right to ask this - how could he sign a contract without knowing the layout and size of my apartment? He was new to this field and didn't know what to expect. But I wasn't comfortable letting just anyone into my apartment; it wasn't a public space, and only a select few - like my friend Jamie - had ever stepped inside. And right now, I didn't trust him enough to give him a tour without him signing the contract first. "I can tell you the details," I said finally, "but I can't show you around just yet."

"Oh," he said, his lips pursing in a subtle expression of disappointment. He licked them, a small, thoughtful gesture.

I picked up on his unease and tried to reassure him. "I expect you to understand, Mr. Alexander," I said gently. "Please, don't worry. I can give you all the details you need. The apartment is 3000 square feet, with a comfortable layout and plenty of rooms. You'll have everything you need to do your job comfortably."

As he finished reviewing the contract, I handed him a pen. "Okay, Alexander, please sign here." I guided him.

He signed his name with precision, his eyes scanning the text one last time. I felt a sense of satisfaction knowing that the formalities were complete and Alex was officially my new housekeeper.

"Thank you, Alexander," I said, smiling. "Now that we've got the formalities out of the way, when would you like to start?"

But before Alex could respond, I added, "I'd like it if you could start as soon as possible. From today, maybe? I know it sounds rushed, but I really need someone to fill this role quickly."

Alex looked up, slightly taken aback by my sudden urgency. He hesitated for a moment before responding, "I understand that it's short notice, but I'm willing to make it work," Alex said, his eyes narrowing slightly as he thought. "However, I do need some time to wrap up a few things on my end. Would tomorrow be feasible?"

I leaned forward, my enthusiasm getting the better of me. "Tomorrow would be great, but I was really hoping for today. To be honest, my old housekeeper quit a week ago, and I've been struggling to keep up with the household chores on my own. I desperately need someone to take over the responsibilities as soon as possible."

Alex's eyebrow shot up, his surprise evident. "I see. Well, I suppose I could try to make it work, but there are still some logistics to consider. According to the job description, I'd need to live in your house, which means I'll need to pack my things."

I hadn't expected him to agree so readily, but I was thrilled nonetheless. "That's a minor detail, Alex. I'll even help you pick up your belongings from your place. But first, let me show you your new home."

I quickly grabbed the office phone and dialed a familiar number. "Hey, James, it's Ryan. I'm heading out for the day. If anything urgent comes up, please send the files to my home. I'll be working from there for the rest of the day."

James, my father's trusted secretary, acknowledged my message with a brief confirmation.

I stood up, car keys in hand, and gestured to Alex. "Shall we? Let's go take a look at your new workplace... and living space."

Alex hesitated, clearly feeling the rush of events. I couldn't blame him; it was all happening fast. But I was eager to see a housekeeper at my home, just like I'd thought yesterday - if only I could, I'd rush out and sweep my potential housekeeper off their feet, toss them into my car, and drag them home with me right this very minute. Now, it seemed, that impulsive fantasy was becoming a reality.

Alex stood up, and he followed suit as I led, his eyes cast down as he trailed me out the door. I led him to the parking lot, where my sleek black Audi awaited. I clicked the key fob, and the car's lights flashed as it unlocked.

Alex hesitated for a moment before getting in, his movements economical and reserved. I took my place behind the wheel, starting the engine with a smooth purr. We glided out of the parking lot, onto the roads that led to my apartment.

The silence between us was comfortable, but I sensed Alex's introverted nature made him uneasy with small talk. I tried to put him at ease. "Feel free to relax, Alex. We can talk or not, whatever you prefer."

Alex nodded slightly, his eyes fixed on the passing scenery. I respected his boundaries, letting the silence envelop us as we drove.

As we stepped into the shadow of Eon Heights, Alex's gaze ascended the sleek, modern tower, his eyes widening with a subtle yet unmistakable awe. Though his reserved nature kept him silent, his fleeting expression betrayed a deep-seated wonder, a glimpse into the thoughts he kept hidden behind his stoic facade.

I slid into a parking space, and Alex's gaze remained fixed on the towering facade of Eon Heights. The silence between us grew, punctuated only by the soft hum of the engine, as he waited for me to take the lead.