Mag-log in~Helena~The office at night had a strange way of making everything louder, my thoughts, my fears, my heartbeat. The silence didn’t soothe me tonight; it pressed against me like a weight.I have been staring at the proposal document for so long that the words were starting to blur. Between the files I had snapped from the finance storage room and the messy knot of emotions tied to Ethan, my mind felt like it was carrying more than it could hold.I didn’t even hear him come in.“Still awake?”I looked up. Ethan stood at my door with two cups of coffee, sleeves rolled, tie loosened, looking entirely too calm for someone who should’ve gone home three hours ago.He walked in, placed one cup beside me, and leaned against my desk like he belonged there.“You didn’t tell me you were staying this late,” he said.“You didn’t tell me you were keeping watch.”He gave a small smile, the one that made me forget how to breathe proper
~Ethan~A party.That word had slipped into my ears earlier in the office when I overheard Helena’s colleagues. They were pressing her to come, laughing, pulling at her arm, and for some reason I didn’t like it. Not because I had the right to tell her what to do, I didn’t. She was free, independent, stubborn, and beautiful in her quiet way. But the thought of her at some crowded event, surrounded by strangers… it made something ugly twist inside me.I have been pouring coffee in the break room when Daniel’s voice snapped me back to reality.“Ethan, what are you doing?”I blinked down, realizing the mug in my hand was already overflowing. The coffee had spilled down the side of the counter, a brown river pooling under the machine. My jaw tightened.“I’m..” I cleared my throat. “I’m fine.”Daniel leaned against the counter, arms folded, watching me with that suspicious grin he always wore when he knew I wasn’t telli
~Helena~“No, Helena. You have to come to this party. You’re always backing out. You need to have some fun, girl.”One of my colleagues leaned across the office table earlier that day, trying her best to guilt me into going.“I do have fun,” I had said, wrinkling my nose.She smirked knowingly. “You mean sitting at home, ordering takeout, and bingeing ice cream like you’re starring in some sad drama? Please, that doesn’t count.”I rolled my eyes, but she wasn’t letting up. “Just come to this one. One party. If you don’t like it, I’ll never bother you again. But at least give it a shot.”Her eyes widened into exaggerated puppy-dog pleading. I groaned, realizing she wasn’t going to let me go without an answer.“Fine!” I threw my hands up.She squealed loud enough for the whole floor to hear. “Yes! Finally! I’ll send you the details. Don’t even think about backing out.”And just like that, my fate was sealed.By the time evening rolled around, I was pacing in my room, glaring at my refle
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~Helena~ “Why would he want me to work for him?” The question rolled off my lips in a whisper, though the silence of the finance department seemed to throw it right back at me. My voice trembled, not just from curiosity but from the growing unease that had become my shadow since I discovered my father’s death was no accident.Ever since the truth started trickling in, Victor’s threats, the unfinished stories, the fractured whispers about my dad, I’d been living in a storm I wasn’t ready for. Everything kept blowing up in my face faster than I could blink, and now Victor wanted me close to him. To work for him. For what? To use me? To keep tabs on me? To finish what he started with my dad?I pressed my palms against the cold metal cabinets of the file storage room. The air smelled faintly of dust and ink, as if it had been untouched for years. My knees bent, and I lowered myself onto the floor. Papers surrounded me like broken puzzle pieces waiting to be forced together.Dad… what we
~Ethan~ My hands tightened on the steering wheel as I drove away from Helena’s street.What the hell just happened?Her face. Her closeness. The way her eyes had looked at me, unguarded, trusting, almost hopeful. I wanted to kiss her. God, I’d nearly done it.But I couldn’t.Not after Chloe. Not after Victor. Not after what betrayal had taught me.I’d built walls for a reason. To keep this exact weakness out. Yet Helena Hart was breaking through without even trying.I cursed under my breath. She wasn’t supposed to matter. She was supposed to be just my secretary. Replaceable. Forgettable.But then why did the thought of her lips haunt me? Why did the memory of her laugh follow me like a shadow?I gritted my teeth. Feelings were dangerous. She was dangerous.And yet, as I pulled into my driveway, one thought lodged itself in my mind, refusing to leave.What if Helena Hart is the one mistake I can’t afford… and the one thing I can’t resist?The next morning felt heavier than most. I w







