<h4>Chapter 27: Chapter 27 Unexpected Job Opportunity</h4>


    Cecilia’s pov


    "I’ve already called a taxi," I said, surprised by Liam’s sudden appearance.


    "You can call it off." Liam stepped out of the car with a friendly smile, taking my luggage and cing it in the trunk before I could protest.


    If he hadn’t been driving such a luxurious vehicle, passersby might have thought I was being kidnapped.


    Liam opened the rear door for me with practiced courtesy. "Come on, don’t be bashful. It’s on our way."


    His enthusiasm made me feel awkward—having someone of his position open a door for me felt improper. Still, it would be rude to refuse such hospitality. I thanked him and slid into the backseat.


    That’s when I saw him—Sebastian sitting on the other side.


    He wasn’t dressed formally—no tie, no jacket. Just a light blue shirt, ck trousers, and polished shoes. Simple, but ssy.


    His cufflinks caught the morning light filtering through the window, gleaming like silver shards. The pale glow cast across his shirt made him look almost unreal—cool,posed, distant.


    I adjusted the hem of my trench coat, trying to ignore the way my pulse went haywire in his presence.


    "Good morning," I offered, keeping my tone steady.


    We sat far enough apart that nothing could be misconstrued—no idental contact, no false familiarity. Still, I felt the space between us crackling with unspoken tension.


    He gave a slight nod.


    Polite. Cold. Effortless.


    I pressed my lips together, swallowing the embarrassment that rose in my chest.


    Of course. The warm, humble demeanor was just a mask he wore in public. Cold detachment was his true nature.


    And why wouldn’t it be?


    He was born into power. Raised among wolves who ruled by silence and bloodlines. He didn’t need charm. He had legacy.


    The car started moving again, pulling into traffic.


    I sat there, looking down at my phone, canceling my ride.


    "Going on a trip?"


    A low, clear voice reached my ears.


    I turned my head instinctively, answering without thinking, "Yes."


    "Where to?"


    "d."


    He was asking such detailed questions. Strange—Alphas didn’t usually make small talk. Maybe he was just bored.


    I expected Sebastian to drop the conversation there, but he added, "That’s quite far."


    "...Ah, yes, it is pretty far," I agreed, nodding.


    "Was this trip nned in advance or ast-minute decision?" Sebastian asked casually, his tone suddenly more approachable.


    I answered naturally, "Of course it was nned—"


    Halfway through, I abruptly stopped, suddenly remembering I’d recently asked him for a job... A woman who had nned a long trip asking for employment...


    My expression turned awkward as I silently prayed he wouldn’t remember.


    But his friendly expression fading told me he had remembered!


    No! He’d totally set me up!


    In this moment of intense awkwardness, Beta Sawyer, sitting in the front passenger seat, made it worse: "So Cecilia, have you given up on the job application?"


    "...!!"


    I wanted to disappear. Melting into the leather seat felt like a valid option.


    Embarrassed, and a little stung, I said quietly, "I was going to cancel the trip if the job application worked out, but since Alpha Sebastian rejected me..."


    It was the truth. I needed the space. But if I’d been hired, I would’ve rearranged everything. No problem.


    "What if I’ve changed my mind?"


    Sebastian’s voice was calm,posed. But his gaze was sharp, unreadable.


    My heart skipped. "You mean... I’ve been hired?"


    My voice sounded breathless and disbelieving even to my own ears.


    Now? While I was heading to catch a flight?


    He didn’t answer. But the corner of his mouth lifted in a subtle, teasing smile.


    "Weren’t you going on a trip?"


    I blinked. The implication hit me a beatter.


    But I haven’t left yet!!


    "I can cancel the trip. I can start work immediately," I said quickly, sitting up straighter. My voice was firmer now, more certain.


    Only an idiot would turn down an opportunity like this.


    "Immediately?" he asked, brows slightly raised.


    "Immediately," I confirmed, no hesitation.


    He studied me for a moment, then smiled.


    "I just thought d was too far away."


    There it was again—thatyered meaning. Distance, loyalty, escape.


    He exchanged a nce with Sawyer, who had been listening to our conversation. Beta Sawyer immediately said, "Cecilia, if you can start today, that would be ideal. Once we board the ne, I’ll brief you on the specific itinerary for this business trip."


    I felt slightly confused.


    How did hitching a ride turn into getting hired?


    As bizarre as it was, I adapted quickly. "That’s fine. We still have some time before reaching the airport, why don’t you send me the itinerary now?"


    Beta Sawyer chuckled. "No rush."


    I nodded.


    While we were talking, my phone, which I had silenced, received several more calls. Looking at it again, I noticed Harper had called as well.


    I turned slightly away and called her back. "Harper."


    "Xavier found your flight information. He’s racing to the airport now," Harper yelled frantically from the other end.


    "..."


    "This psycho haspletely lost his mind, Cecilia. You should turn back andy low for now."


    "Hmm, let me think about this," I said, rubbing my forehead.


    After hanging up, I stared out the window. The weight in my chest returned—cold and heavy, like fog rolling in off the sea.


    The car fell silent. Everyone had overheard my conversation with Harper.


    Sebastian didn’t say anything.


    Liam, unable to contain hispassion, offered reassurance. "Don’t worry, Alpha Sebastian has a private jet. The car can drive directly onto the tarmac. That man won’t be able to find you."


    My face immediately brightened. "That’s amazing!"


    Why didn’t I think of that? I was traveling with an Alpha heir!


    Sebastian nced at me. "Cecilia, you’re quite opportunistic."


    Cecilia: "..."


    Author


    Xavierbed the airport but found no trace of Cecilia. He couldn’t locate her boarding information either, leading him to believe she had chickened out and left the airport.


    He never considered the truth—That she was already in the air, miles above him, seated aboard Sebastian’s private jet.


    The cabin was quiet and spacious, designed more like a luxury living room than a ne.


    The air was crisp, infused with a subtle, clean fragrance that clung to the senses.


    Every surface gleamed, every detail screamed wealth and control.


    As the ne lifted into the clouds, a rush of weightlessness pressed against Cecilia’s chest—a physical echo of the emotional shift within her.


    She leaned toward the window, gazing down at the terminal below, imagining Xavier’s current state—frantic, enraged, probably having a meltdown, looking murderous... She smiled briefly before her expression turned distant...


    Once the ne reached cruising altitude, flight attendants moved with silent precision,ying out a sumptuous breakfast.


    Cecilia’s appetite was terrible; she ate very little.


    Her hunger had vanished somewhere between relief and uncertainty.


    She sat back, spine straight, hands resting in herp.


    Her eyes drifted to the clouds outside—white, endless, untouchable.


    But peace remained just out of reach.


    "Cecilia."


    Sebastian’s voice cut through the hush—cool,posed, calm.


    But not unfeeling.


    She turned slightly, snapped out of her thoughts like waking from a dream.


    "If you’re going to dwell on this with you," he said, "perhaps we should reconsider your employment altogether."