Novel-novel oleh yourstruly031204

JuneClarity?Huh. I want clarity, don’t I?Then why the hell am I sitting at my desk this morning instead of walking into his office and demanding the answers I need?I glance at his door. The blinds are shut. I can’t see shit.He said he doesn’t want to be disturbed—and banned me from bringing him coffee."Maybe if I remove this from your workload, you’ll handle the others more efficiently," he’d said, not even bothering to look me in the eye.Yeah. I notice every slightest things when it comes to him, and trust me, now, I hate that I do."Jeez, Miss Alex. What happened to your face? You look like a panda," Sarah says, cutting through my thoughts.You bet, it’s her. The one coworker I’ve never liked.I force a tight smile. "I was actually working late for the company, so naturally I couldn’t sleep."Working?Please.More like thinking myself in circles all night."Oh, I didn't know. You should apply more makeup on it — it's obvious," Sarah says with a politely fake smile.I know. I

JuneMy foot taps furiously on the floor, arms crossed over my chest like a shield.Leila sits beside me with that infuriatingly neutral expression, while across from us, Kayla lounges in nothing but a towel, gnawing on her fingernails like a child.Her sex partner is thankfully gone, but my anger once again? It's still very much here."Kay," Leila begins, after a solid thirty seconds of awkward, useless silence, "did you inform June that you were using her room for… uhm—""Getting smashed by a rando?" I cut in flatly, rolling my eyes.Kayla sighs, pulls out her phone, and hands it to Leila like she’s the damn victim."See for yourself. I sent messages—several, actually. She just didn’t read them. I mean, I get it, you’re busy at Apex or whatever, but still read your messages."I scoff, arms dropping to my sides. "You have got to be kidding me."I shoot up from my seat, ready to throw hands, but Leila blocks me with one arm."Calm down, J. We agreed to handle this peacefully, remember

June"June, are you okay? You’ve just been staring at your sandwich since Chris told you about the possibility of your transfer," Lia asks, jolting me out of my thoughts."What? Huh?" I blink, dragging a smile across my face. "I’m not really that hungry."Hunger is the last thing I feel right now—not when I’ve just heard that my boss, the man I shared a moment with few days ago, is planning to shove me out of his sight like I’m some mistake he needs to erase.I don’t even know what to make of this. I’m just... speechless.His insults? I can take. Hell, I’ll take the open humiliation.But rejection? That—I can’t stomach."Maybe she’s shocked she isn’t getting fired," Jordan suggests with a smirk.Amaka nods. "You’re right. I get it.""I told you, that’s the perk of being an intern," Lia chimes in, beaming.I offer another smile, a practiced tight smile, then turn to Chris. He’s watching me, waiting for something. A bigger reaction, maybe."Well," I say, eyes brightening just enough, "

JuneI rush to the elevator like I’m running for my life.The elevator is slow. So damn slow.Can you move any slower? Seriously?By the time I reach my floor, I’m panting, and to my dismay — his office is empty.Shit.I scramble to my desk, fingers flying, flipping through papers like a madwoman.Nothing."Shit," I breathe, sinking into my chair.He took it. He actually took the file.Mr. Grande is about to address the Business Support Team with a presentation full of typography errors.I’m done for. My career is already over before I even get a chance to file a complain to Mr. Paul.Maybe I should seriously reconsider my earlier conviction — about surviving this internship.By the time I reach the conference hall, the door is half-shut and a voice is already speaking inside.It's too late.My heels tap too loud against the marble as I slip in, hoping to disappear into a seat.But he sees me. His eyes snap to me like a triggered weapon. He doesn’t say a word — not yet — but the war

JuneWhere on earth is my Mr. Hermes Grande?Not the one from that Thursday night. Not the one of that night.The one I met after that night.Last week — excluding Thursday night, obviously — Mr. Grande.Because I really prefer that version to the one currently cursing at his files like they personally abused him.I bite my lip with a sigh and turn my head away from his office, facing my desk instead.I can feel the stares, hear the whispers, low and smug, after the whole coffee scene."She’s going to be fired before the end of the day," says one particular worker I’ve never fancied."Another one bites the dust," another chimes in.I shut my eyes, clear my throat—loudly. Just enough of a I can hear you signal.They should really watch their mouths. I’m the only one who’s lasted longer than any of Mr. Grande’s former secretaries. That has to count for something.Still… oh, my heart. It hurts.It hurts because it was just coffee.Isn’t that too much of a reaction for slightly-burnt wate

JuneIt’s happening again.Much to my delight, of course.This time, it’s vivid… so vivid. The place is unfamiliar but familiar. It's dreamlike and drenched in warmth.It's a bathroom, but not just any bathroom.It’s exquisite and classy. The kind you see in five-star hotel ads with gold fixtures and walls that gleam.And I’m under the shower. Naked as hot water slides down my skin like silk.But I don’t see him.Why?Then — I hear the door creak open slowly.He walks in.Good Lord.He’s naked, too.Is that… is that how I imagine his full physique under broad, unforgiving light?Because damn.He doesn’t speak — not yet — but his eyes do. Dark and stormy, like always. He shuts the door behind him with intent.Water keeps pouring over me, steam curling around my body like silk, but I don’t cover myself.I can’t.Because he’s watching me like he’s starved. And when he moves closer, every step feels like thunder in the silence.God. His body.Is that what I’ve been hiding in my memory? Sh