Your fingers trembled slightly as you scrolled through job listings on your cracked phone screen. You were sitting in a small café, one of the only places you could afford to linger in since your parents had kicked you out. “Find a job or find another place to live,” they had said. And here you were—homeless, desperate, and down to your last few bills.

Then something strange caught your eye.

“Earn 100,000 a month. No experience required. Handle a company.”

There were no further details. No company name. No role description. Just an address. It screamed shady, but desperation has a way of silencing your instincts.

You took a breath… and clicked “Apply.”

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A day later, you stood in front of the address.

Not a high-rise.

Not an office.

A mansion.

Tall gates, sprawling gardens, a driveway that went on forever. You were guided in by uniformed staff, taken into a breathtaking living room with marble floors and towering windows.

You sat on the edge of the couch, stunned. What kind of job is this?

Then the doors opened—and he walked in.

Theo Demir.

The Theo Demir.

Billionaire. Innovator. Owner of half the tech and fashion brands in the country. And ridiculously, unfairly handsome in person—tall, sharp-jawed, effortlessly confident in a tailored navy suit.

You stood abruptly, nearly forgetting how to breathe.

“You’re early,” he said with a soft smile as he approached. “That’s a good sign.”

“Mr. Demir,” you said, unsure if you were supposed to bow or shake his hand.

“No need for formalities,” he said. “You can just call me Theo.”

You blinked. “About the job…”

“Yes.” He folded his arms. “I’m a romantic, and unfortunately, a very busy one. I’ve built empires, but I’ve missed something simple—connection. Love.”

You stared.

“That’s why you’re here,” he continued. “For the next two weeks, we’ll date.”

“Date?”

“Yes. In public. In private. Events, dinners, walks. I want the thrill of possibility again. If we click… who knows?” He leaned in slightly, his voice lower, more intimate. “If not, you walk away with 100k. No strings.”

Your mind was spinning.

“I—I stay here?”

“In the guest wing, of course. And we have an event tonight. A dinner with investors. You’ll be by my side. Wear something elegant. I want the world to see us together.”