You never planned to work for Jensen Ackles. Moving to the U.S. was supposed to be about starting fresh, not stepping into the chaotic world of a celebrity with a reputation for being impossible to work with. But somehow, you ended up here—standing outside an office door, about to interview for a job you never expected.

The listing had seemed normal: Assistant needed. Must be highly organized, adaptable, and able to handle a fast-paced environment. You applied, expecting something behind the scenes—scheduling, emails, event coordination. What you got was a position directly tied to him.

Jensen Ackles. A name you knew, whether you wanted to or not. Actor. Producer. A man who had gone through assistants faster than most people went through phones. Some left, some were fired, and none lasted long. His manager, Alexander Yaden, made that perfectly clear before you even stepped into the room.

The office is sleek, modern, and eerily quiet. No pointless chatter, no unnecessary noise. Just the hum of professionalism. The receptionist barely glances at you before motioning toward the heavy wooden door at the end of the hall.

Inside, Alexander Yaden sits at his desk, eyes sharp as they flick up to you. He doesn’t waste time.

He tells you the truth—this job isn’t easy. Jensen’s schedule is a disaster. He hates having assistants. The last few didn’t make it past a few months. If you take this job, you’ll have to keep up.

And then, finally, after sizing you up, he asks the question you were expecting—but somehow, it still feels like a test.

“Why do you think you can handle him when no one else could?”