Behind The Desk, Under The Mask
Behind the Desk, Under the Mask
For three years, Winston has been Louis's secretary—the only employee capable of keeping up with the demanding CEO of one of the country's most powerful companies. Their days are filled with arguments, impossible deadlines, and constant clashes that leave everyone wondering how Winston still has a job.
What Louis doesn't know is that Winston was never hired by chance.
As the son of Vance, Louis's biggest business rival, Winston was planted inside the company to gather information and help bring it down from within. What began as a mission soon becomes complicated as the years pass, and the line between duty and loyalty starts to blur.
Then a shocking discovery changes everything.
A secret connection reveals a side of Louis that no one else has ever seen, forcing Winston to confront the truth he has spent years avoiding. The man he was sent to betray is no longer just his boss—he has become someone Winston can no longer bring himself to hurt.
As hidden agendas come to light and a ruthless corporate war intensifies, Winston finds himself trapped between two worlds: the father who raised him and the man he was sent to destroy.
In a game of secrets, loyalty, and betrayal, every mask will eventually fall—and when the truth is exposed, neither of them may walk away unscathed.
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Chapter: Chapter 30: Million Reasons♤♤ Winston POV ♤♤ My fingers closed around the doorknob. I turned it and pushed the door open.The penthouse was unusually quiet.I stepped inside, closing the door behind me. My gaze swept across the living room. Nothing seemed out of place, yet something about the silence felt wrong. Then I heard it. Water. A steady stream running somewhere deeper inside the penthouse. I frowned and followed the sound down the hallway. The bathroom door stood open. I stopped. Water had spilled across the bathroom floor and spread into the bedroom, darkening the carpet around the doorway. Steam hung heavily in the air. Then I saw him. Louis stood beneath the shower, fully dressed. His clothes were drenched, his hair plastered against his forehead, and his body was trembling beneath the constant stream of water. He had been there for hours. Far too long. “Louis.” He didn’t move. I stepped closer. “Louis.” Nothing. The water continued to pour over him. I reached into the shower and g
Last Updated: 2026-08-18
Chapter: Chapter 29: Damn you, Winston!♡♡Louis POV ♡♡I hadn’t eaten all day.Not because I wasn’t hungry. I was furious. There was a difference.The food Winston had prepared that morning was still sitting on the table, cold and untouched. I had looked at it several times throughout the day, and every single time my irritation had returned. He had left. Just like that. No explanation. No message. Nothing.Who did he think he was?I picked up my phone again and stared at the screen. No message. I called. Nothing. I called again. Still nothing. My jaw tightened.“Unbelievable.”I dropped the phone onto the table. Winston was my secretary. My employee. The person whose job was to keep me informed, not disappear whenever he pleased. And yet somehow I was the one sitting inside his penthouse like an idiot, waiting for him to return.I hated that. I hated the waiting. I hated the uncertainty. Most of all, I hated the fact that I was even bothered by it.I should have left. That would have been the sensible thing to do. Except I
Last Updated: 2026-08-16
Chapter: Chapter 28: Absent♤♤Winston POV ♤♤ Camille's eyes remained on me a moment longer than necessary. "Who was that?" she asked quietly, her voice low enough that only I would hear. "A friend?" I kept my expression even. "Nothing important." She studied me for a second, as if deciding whether to press further. Before she could, the office door opened again. Mr. Everton walked in. He moved with the effortless confidence of a man accustomed to being listened to without having to demand it. Tall, impeccably dressed, and composed, he carried the same quiet calculation Camille seemed to have inherited. His gaze swept across the room before settling on my father. "Vance." My father rose slightly from his chair. "Everton. I wasn't expecting you this early." "I finished earlier than planned." His attention shifted briefly to Camille. "I thought I'd collect my daughter while I was here." Camille stood. "Father." He gave her a small nod before turning his attention back to the room. "Winston." "Mr. Ever
Last Updated: 2026-08-15
Chapter: Chapter 27: Waiting♤♤Winston POV ♤♤I closed the penthouse door behind me. The lock clicked into place with a soft finality. Louis was still inside. My father stood a few steps away in the quiet hallway, waiting.No. He couldn’t see Louis.I turned toward the elevator without hesitation. “The restaurant,” I said.My father glanced at me. “You’re going somewhere?”“I haven’t eaten.”“Now?”“Yes.”He studied me for a moment, the same measured look he had used on me for years. Then he nodded. “Then let’s go.”I pressed the elevator button. That was better. Away from the door. Away from the quiet threat still sitting in my kitchen.---I drove while my father sat beside me in silence. The early morning traffic moved steadily beneath us, but my thoughts remained fixed on the penthouse. Louis would leave soon. He had work waiting. He wouldn’t stay there indefinitely. By the time I returned, he would already be at the office—irritated, perhaps, but manageable.“You’ve been away from the company too long,” Fath
Last Updated: 2026-08-12
Chapter: Chapter 26: Come with me♤♤Winston POV ♤♤ Morning came quietly. I was already dressed by the time the first light began slipping through the windows. Jacket buttoned, watch fastened, briefcase within reach. Leaving early wasn’t unusual. As Louis’s secretary I preferred being at the office before him. It gave me time to review his schedule, deal with whatever had accumulated overnight, and—more importantly—maintain the image I’d spent years building. Efficient. Unremarkable. Just another employee. I reached for the door. “Are you already leaving?” I stopped. Louis stood at the end of the hallway, looking as though sleep hadn’t completely released him yet. His hair was slightly disordered, the strands still soft from the pillow, and his eyes were narrowed against the morning light. Bare feet on the polished floor. Shirt half-buttoned from the night before. He looked nothing like the sharp, demanding CEO who filled every room at the office. “Yes.” He looked at my briefcase, then at me. “You’re lea
Last Updated: 2026-08-10
Chapter: Chapter 25: Your kind of Men♤♤Winston POV ♤♤I close my laptop and stand. Louis watches me from the sofa, his arms still loosely folded, his eyes following every movement as though he’s waiting for me to change my mind.“You said you’d escort me.”“I remember.”“I don’t know where I’m going.”“It’s a hallway.”“It’s your hallway. I don’t know it.”I give him a look—the kind I usually reserve for him when he’s being deliberately difficult at the office. He simply waits, his expression unchanged, as though the request is perfectly reasonable. I sigh.“Fine. Come on.”I lead him through the penthouse. The soft click of our footsteps is the only sound for a while. Louis looks around as we walk, clearly taking everything in—the quiet expanse of the living area, the rain streaking the floor-to-ceiling windows in uneven silver lines, the low lighting that never quite reaches the corners, and the city lights outside, distant and softened by the weather. His gaze lingers on a piece of abstract art near the hallway entran
Last Updated: 2026-08-08
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