Mag-log inRaphina smiled and quickly replied: Still alive, heading home now.
She turned towards the door, her shoulder brushed against a narrow pedestal she hadn’t noticed beside the desk, something wobbled, a crystal sculpture. Her eyes widened.”Oh,no…..she lunged forward. Too late, the sculpture toppled from its stand. Time seemed to slow as it stuck the marble floor. The sound of shattering crystal echoes thorough the office like thunder. Raphina stood frozen. Hundreds of glittering fragments scattered across the polished floor, the elegant sculpture was gone, reduced to broken pieces. Her breathing turned shallow.”No….no, no, no…..” She dropped to her knees, frantically gathering the shards with trembling hands. Maybe she could fit them together. Maybe_ The office door opened behind her. A deep voice, calm enough to send her spine, broke the silence. What exactly do you think you’re doing?? Raphina hands froze over the shattered crystal, her pulse hammered against her ribs. She didn’t need to turn to know who had spoken, only one person possesssed a voice that calm…..and commanding. Slowly, she rose to her feet. Silas Croft, just stood by the doorway. At six-foot-nine, he seemed to to fill the room without trying. His steel-gray eyes were fixed not on Raphina_ but on the broken crystal at her feet. For several endless seconds, no one spoke. Raphina swallows hard.”I’m…l’m sorry, Mr. Croft Silence. He closed the office door behind him with a quiet click, the sound echoed louder than the shattering glass. “I asked you a question. If anything, his calmness made it worse. Raphina forced herself to meet his gaze. “I was delivering tomorrow’s presentation. I was leaving when I accidentally knocked over the sculpture.” His eyes drifted to the leather porfolio resting neatly on his desk. So, the presentation was delivered. “Yes.” “And then you destroyed my property.” I didn’t mean to_ Each sentence landed like another weight on her chest, she looked down, I’m sorry. Silas stepped closer, his polished shoes stopped inches from the glittering shards. He crouched slowly, picking up a single pieces of crystal between his fingers. It caught the light, throwing tiny rainbows across his expressionless face. “Do you know what this was?” Raphina shopped her head. “No, sir.” “My mother bought it during our last trip together.” His voice remained even. It was the last birthday gift she ever gave me. Her heart dropped. She had expected anger or grief. “I…” her throat tightened. “I’m so sorry.” Silas stared at the crystal fragments for a long money before placing it carefully on the desk. I’ll pay for it “You can’t. I’ll replace it. “You can’t.” The same tow words. This time they sounded less like irritation… and more like finality. Raphina felt tears sting her eyes. I would never have touched it if I had known. “I know.” His answer surprised her, he looked at her proper for the first time. She wasn’t what he had expected, most employees tries to defend themselves, some blamed others, some lied, she had done none of this things. She simply looked devastated. Without another word, Silas walked to the window overlooking the rain-soaked city. His back remained turned as he Raphina knelt once more. She gathered each fragment carefully, terrified of leaving even the smalles pieces behind. The office remained silent except for the soft clinking of crystal against the cardboard. Silas turned. His gaze swept across the floor before settling on the small box in her hands. Leave it. She placed the box gently on the cover of his desk. “I’m truly sorry.” Finally, Silas noddd once towards the door. You may go. Good night, Mr. Croft. She hurried from the office, resisting the urge to run. Only when the elevator doors closed did she release the breath she has been holding. “Oh, God!!” She leaned against the mirrored wall. Her career was over she was certain of it. Silas remained in the office alone. The empty pedestal stood like an accusation. His eyes lingered in the small box of shattered crystal, slowly, he reached into a locked drawer and removed an old photograph. A younger Silas stood beside a smoking woman with warm brown eyes. His mother, she held the crystal sculpture in her hands. He closed his eyes. For years he convicted himself that memeoreis were enough, tonight proved otherwise. A sharp knock interrupted his thought.” Come in.” His executive assistant, Sophia Bennett, stepped inside. I heard something break, is everything alright? Silas placed the photograph back in the drawer before she could see it. Who assigned Raphina Vance to deliver these documents? Mr Martins, sir. “I see.” Should I prepare her termination papers? The question lingered in the air. Silas looked toward the porfolio Raphina had delivered, almost absentmindedly, he opened it. The first blueprint unfolded across his desk. Elegant, efficient, innovative. Then he turned another page, then another. Each designs solved problems that senior architect had failed to address for weeks. Whoever had drawn these possessed rare instincts, he looked at the signature. Raphina Vance. He looked at Sophia. No, don’t terminate her. She blinked. Sophia tried not to look surprised. You’ve never overlooked negligence before. “I’m not overlooking it.” Then.. Silas closed her portfolio. Schedule a meeting with Miss Vance tomorrow morning. “Eight, before the presentation.” Yes sir, Sophia nodded. I’ll inform the Human Resources. As she reached the door, Silas spoke again. “And Sophia….” She turned. Bring me Miss Vance’s complete employee file. A flicker of curiosity crossed her face. Immediately. When she left, silence reclaimed the office. Silas walked back to the rain- steaked window. Far below, he watched Raphina emerge from the building, clit hung her bag tightly has she hurried down towards the bus instead of the line of waiting luxury cars. She wasn’t driven, wasn’t escorted, she was alone. Most of his employees chased status, Raphina Vance chased survival, for reasons he couldn’t yet explain….. He found himself watching till her bus disappeared into the rainy night.By noon, Raphina had reached a conclusion. She was bored, not ordinary bored. Silas Croft mansion, three-course meals, security guards, marble floors, and absolutely nothing interesting to do bored. She sat on the terrace with her sketchbook open, staring at the same unfinished drawing for almost twenty minutes. She finally dropped her pencil. “This is ridiculous.” A voice came from behind her, “What is?” She turned. Silas stood at the entrance to the terrace, one hand in his pocket, the other holding his phone. He looked annoyingly composed. Raphina narrowed her eyes, “You.” He raised an eyebrow, “Me?” “You’re boring.” Silas stared at her. Then he glanced around the enormous terrace. “I’m boring?..I own three companies and I have a private jet and a yatch.” Extremely still boring and congratulations too. Do you want a medal? His lips twitched and Raphina smiled.nShe had discovered something about Silas recently.nHe liked being challenged, he just didn’t know it yet. She closed
Raphina woke up smiling and she hated that. She hated the fact that the first thing that came to mind when she opened her eyes was Silas. More specifically, his lips. She touched her mouth and immediately pulled her hand away. “This is ridiculous.” A soft knock sounded at the door. “Miss Vance?” She recognized Mrs. Parker’s voice. “Come in,” The door opened. Good morning. “Good morning.” Mrs Parker placed a cup of tea on the small table. Mr Croft asked me to make sure you had breakfast. Raphina smiled. “He did?” Apparently, the billionaire has become concerned about whether you eat. She laughed, that sounds like him. Mrs. Parker smiled knowingly, I’ve worked for him for years. I’ve never seen him this attentive to anyone. Raphina’s cheeks warmed. He’s just being protective. “Of course.” Mrs. Parker turned toward the door then paused. Miss Vance? “You make this house feel different.” Before Raphina could respond, she left. Raphina stared after her then her phone rang. M
Raphina woke up with a problem. She couldn’t stop thinking about Silas. Not about the threatening messages, not about the strange photograph and not even about the conspiracy that had turned her life upside down. She was thinking about his hand around hers in the garden, about the way he had looked at her and about the words he had whispered. When I kiss you, I don’t think I’ll be able to pretend this is temporary anymore. She buried her face in her pillow. “This is ridiculous.” She had known the man for barely a few weeks, yet somehow, he had already found a way beneath every wall she’d built around herself. She got dressed and headed downstairs. The moment she entered the breakfast room, she saw him. Silas was standing beside the window, reading something on his tablet. He looked up, and their eyes met. For one second, neither spoke. Then his gaze dropped briefly to her lips. Raphina’s cheeks warmed then looked away. “Good morning.” “Good morning.” His voice sounded perfectly
The door opened, Raphina’s breath caught. Silas stood on the other side. He was dressed casually for once, wearing a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows. His hair was slightly disheveled, as though he had barely slept. His eyes immediately found hers. “Are you alright?” Raphina looked at him for a moment before remembering the photograph still lying on the floor behind her. “I…” She bent down quickly and picked it up. Silas noticed. What is that? Nothing. He raised an eyebrow. “Raphina.” She sighed and handed it to him. His expression changed the moment he saw the photograph, but instead of immediately becoming angry, he studied it carefully. Where did you find this? “On my pillow.” Silas looked at the picture again. Then at her. Did you sleep at all? Not really. “Neither did I.” Something about the admission made her pause. You didn’t? Silas shook his head, I had security checking every system in the house. Raphina studied him. “And did you find anything?”
The crash came again. This time, it was followed by hurried footsteps. Raphina flinched, Silas immediately moved in front of her. “Stay behind me.” She stared at his back. There was something about the way he said it that made her obey before she could argue. Gabriel disappeared down the corridor, his footsteps fading into the darkness of the mansion. Silas reached for the communication device attached to his belt. “Report.” Static. Then Gabriel’s voice, “The second floor is clear.” Silas frowned, clear? Like nothing? Raphina swallowed, but we heard something. I know. Gabriel’s voice came again. I’m checking the east wing. Silas looked at Raphina, “Stay here.”She folded her arms, “I’m not a child.” “Tonight, you are my responsibility.” His voice was stern.His eyes narrowed, “Don’t start.” I didn’t start anything. You brought me into your house and immediately started giving me orders, apparently I am not your prisoner. Because someone broke into your apartment. It’s not safe
Raphina knew someone was following her, she just didn’t know how long it had been happening. The feeling had started the moment she left Croft Holdings. At first, she dismissed it. The streets were busy. Cars moved through the evening traffic, headlights cutting through the growing darkness. People hurried along the sidewalks, rushing home after another exhausting day. There was nothing unusual about it, yet every few seconds, she found herself looking over her shoulder. The black SUV was still there, three cars behind her. She stopped at a pedestrian crossing, the SUV stopped too. Her stomach tightened. When the traffic light changed, she continued walking. The SUV moved, Raphina quickened her pace, so did the vehicle. She reached into her handbag and pulled out her phone. Her finger hovered over Maya’s name, then she stopped. What was she going to say? I think someone is following me. It sounded paranoid. She looked behind her again, the SUV had disappeared. Raphina exhaled, ma







