Chapter 3: The First Task

I stood in Ethan's office, my mind racing with questions. What kind of projects did he have in mind? And what did he mean by "working closely together"?

Ethan smiled, as if reading my mind. "Don't worry, Ms. Johnson," he said. "You'll find out soon enough."

He walked over to his desk and picked up a small folder. "For now, let's focus on your first task," he said.

I nodded, curious. "What is it?" I asked.

Ethan opened the folder and pulled out a small piece of paper. "I need you to pick up a package from the airport," he said. "It's a...delicate item, and I need someone I can trust to handle it."

I nodded, taking the paper from him. "What's the package?" I asked.

Ethan's eyes seemed to cloud over. "That's need-to-know information, Ms. Johnson," he said. "Just make sure you get the package and bring it back to me."

I nodded, feeling a surge of curiosity. What could be in the package that was so important?

Ethan handed me a small bag. "Here's your ticket and some cash," he said. "You'll need to take a taxi to the airport."

I took the bag, feeling a sense of excitement. This was my first task as Ethan's servant, and I was determined to succeed.

As I left the office, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. I was working for one of the most powerful men in the city, and I was determined to prove myself.

I made my way to the airport, my mind racing with thoughts. What could be in the package? And why was it so important?

As I arrived at the airport, I followed the instructions on the paper to find the package. It was a small, unmarked box, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity.

What could be inside?

I picked up the package and made my way back to the taxi. As I rode back to the office, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement.

I was one step closer to finding out what Ethan's plans were.

As I arrived back at the office, I was greeted by Ethan's assistant. "Mr. Silverstone is waiting for you," she said.

I nodded, making my way to Ethan's office. As I entered, I saw Ethan sitting behind his desk, a look of expectation on his face.

"Ah, Ms. Johnson," he said. "I see you're back."

I nodded, holding out the package. "Here it is," I said.

Ethan's eyes lit up as he took the package from me. "Excellent work, Ms. Johnson," he said. "You're a natural."

I smiled, feeling a sense of pride. "Thank you, Ethan," I said.

Ethan opened the package, revealing a small, exquisite music box. "Beautiful," he breathed.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity. What was the significance of the music box?

Ethan looked up at me, a hint of a smile on his face. "Well done, Ms. Johnson," he said. "You've passed your first test."

I smiled, feeling a sense of relief. "Thank you, Ethan," I said.

Ethan leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together. "Now, let's move on to your next task," he said.

I nodded, feeling a sense of excitement. What would my next task be?

As Ethan began to explain, I couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation. What was I getting myself into?

But as I looked into Ethan's eyes, I knew that I was ready for whatever came next. I was his servant, and I would do whatever it took to serve him.

And as I left the office, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. What lay ahead?

Only time would tell.

As Ethan began to explain, I couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation. What was I getting myself into?

"But first, I need you to understand something," Ethan said, his eyes serious. "As my servant, you will be expected to maintain confidentiality at all times."

I nodded, understanding. "I won't breathe a word," I said.

Ethan smiled, seeming to relax. "Good," he said. "Now, let's move on to your next task."

He leaned forward, his eyes glinting with excitement. "I have a business dinner tonight, and I need you to accompany me," he said.

I raised an eyebrow, surprised. "A business dinner?" I repeated.

Ethan nodded. "Yes," he said. "It's a very important meeting, and I need you to be there."

I nodded, feeling a sense of curiosity. Who was Ethan meeting, and what was the purpose of the dinner?

As I left the office to prepare for the dinner, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. What lay ahead?

I spent the rest of the day getting ready, trying on different dresses and doing my hair and makeup. As I looked in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. I looked amazing.

As I arrived at the restaurant, I saw Ethan waiting for me outside. He looked stunning in his tailored suit, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration.

"You look beautiful," he said, smiling at me.

I blushed, feeling a sense of gratitude. "Thank you," I said.

As we entered the restaurant, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. The decor was luxurious, and the atmosphere was sophisticated.

Ethan led me to the table, where a group of businessmen were waiting for us. As we sat down, I couldn't help but feel a sense of intimidation.

But as Ethan began to talk, I realized that he was in his element. He was confident and charismatic, and the other men seemed to hang on his every word.

As the dinner progressed, I found myself becoming more and more comfortable. I was actually enjoying myself.

But as the night wore on, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. What was Ethan's true motive for bringing me to this dinner?

And as I looked into his eyes, I saw something there that made my heart skip a beat. Something that made me wonder if I was in over my head.