CEO-by Day, KING- by Night
The ghost in the glass
AUTHOR
Aaric Vale – Description for Readers
Hair: Jet black, always perfectly styled.
Eyes: Steel-grey, sharp and unreadable.
Build: Tall, broad-shouldered, lean muscle.
Style: Tailored three-piece suits (charcoal, navy, black), Rolex watch, silver cufflinks.
Aura: Commanding, cold, and magnetic — a man who exudes control.
[Scene: Aaric’s office, night. The city glows below the Vale Tower.]
Lucien
(entering) Sir, the council’s waiting.
Aaric Vale
(still facing the window) Then they can wait. Patience builds character.
Lucien
They don’t have character. They have teeth.
Aaric Vale
(turns slowly) Then let’s see how sharp they are. Bring them in.
[Scene: Council chamber. Obsidian table, cold lights. Six members seated. Aaric at the head. Lucien behind him.]
Dorian Crest
(smirking) The great Vale finally calls us. Took you long enough.
Aaric Vale
(flat) You’re still alive. Be grateful.
Elara Kryn
(tapping nails) Alive for now. But The Wraith is carving you up, Vale. Contracts dead, allies vanished. You can’t keep ignoring it.
Aaric Vale
Ignoring? No. Studying
Ronan Veyr
(nervous) Sir, with respect, studying hasn’t stopped the bloodshed. We’ve laid traps, sent decoys—nothing worked. This assassin is—
Aaric Vale
(Cuts in) Predictable.
Dorian Crest
(laughs harshly) Predictable? Vale, this ghost makes corpses of men better than you. Don’t dress failure as strategy.
Aaric Vale
(leans forward) Failure is walking in here with nothing but fear on your breath. Strategy is knowing a ghost still craves warmth
Elara Kryn
(narrows eyes) Warmth?
Aaric Vale
Closeness. Trust. That’s how they get near enough to strike. And when they try it with me, I’ll know who they are
Ronan Veyr
You’re… planning to invite them closer?
Aaric Vale
Closer than anyone. Inside my walls
Elara Kryn
: (cold laugh) You can’t mean—
Aaric Vale
(interrupts smoothly) I’ll hire them. As my assistant.
Dorian Crest
(shouting) Have you lost your mind?
Elara Kryn
This is suicide!
Ronan Veyr
If you are wrong --
Aaric Vale
(voice rising, commanding) If I’m wrong, they’ll try to kill me. And when they fail, I’ll know exactly whose blood is on my hands. If I’m right… they’ll belong to me
[Silence. The weight of his words freezes the table.]
Dorian Crest
(low, mocking) Invite a viper into your bed, Vale, and don’t cry when it bites.
Aaric Vale
(smiles faintly) I don’t cry, Crest. I cut the head off the viper before it even strikes.
Scene: Council disperses, grumbling. Only Lucien remains with Aaric.]
Lucien
(tense) You’re playing with fire.
Aaric Vale
(pours whiskey) Fire keeps me alive.
Lucien
Sir, this assassin isn’t like the others. If they step into your office—
Aaric Vale
(sips) Then I’ll finally have them where I want them
Lucien
(quietly) And if they’re smarter than you?
Aaric Vale
(smiles, dark) Then I’ll enjoy the challenge
Sneak Peek: Serenya
( next chapter)
AUTHOR
Serenya Duskfall – Description for Readers
Hair: Long blonde waves, elegant in office buns, free-flowing outside.
Eyes: Ice-blue, soft at first glance but hiding sharp intent.
Build: Slim, graceful, deceptively delicate.
Style: At work → silk blouses, pencil skirts, glasses; as assassin → leather gear, boots, and hidden daggers.
Aura: Innocent and angelic to outsiders, but deadly beneath the surface.
[Scene: A small apartment. A young woman in plain clothes, hair neatly tied, studies her résumé.]
Serenya Duskfall
(to herself, softly) Personal Assistant to Aaric Vale. Harmless work. Innocent face. Perfect cover.
[She closes the folder, slides a dagger from the desk into her sleeve. The steel glints.]
Serenya Duskfall
(smiling sweetly) He wants an assistant. He’ll get one. And when the moment comes…
[Her eyes harden, the smile twists into something sharp.]
Serenya Duskfall
…The Wraith will finally touch his throat.
AUTHOR
okay besties, chapter one DONE ✅ and i’m already obsessed. like?? innocent PA but actually the assassin he’s been hunting?? the drama is DRAMAAAA. 💼🔪
this is just the warm-up, the real tea is coming when Aaric & Serenya finally face off 👀 the tension, the banter, the “fetch me coffee while plotting my murder” vibes—ugh chef’s kiss
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