Se connecter“Then tell me the truth,” he said slowly.
“Don’t you think I deserve a proper reason? Why do you suddenly want to leave?”Riyana was quiet for a few seconds. Then she lifted her head and looked straight at him.“I’m planning to get married,” she said. “So for a while, I don’t want to work. I want to spend time with my partner.”The words hit him harder than he expected.He froze.“Married?” he repeated. “You’re getting married?” His voice dropped. “You never told me.”She shook her head. “Not right away. But soon. I’m already in my mid-thirties, sir. I think it’s time for me to settle down. I want to take a break from work life.”She paused, then added calmly, “You don’t have to worry about the office. I’ll train the new secretary properly before I leave.”Jabco said nothing.He jJohn noticed it right away.“You didn’t eat much,” he said, looking at her bowl. “Is it too spicy?”Before she could answer, he picked up the serving spoon and placed a meatball into her bowl.“Try this. It’ll help.”Riyana looked at the food, then at him. She smiled lightly.“Thank you. I’m fine.”She lowered her head, about to take a bite, when her phone vibrated again.She did not need to look to know who it was.Still, she glanced at the screen.(Are you coming here, or do I come there?)Her fingers tightened around the phone.Even through words, she could feel his anger. The impatience. The warning hidden beneath it.This was Jabco Grey. The man who never liked being ignored. The man who always got what he wanted.Riyana exhaled slowly.She did not reply.She finished her food quietly, ignoring the vibration that followed. When they stood up and paid, she felt that heavy gaze again, burning from across the street.Outside the stall, she turned to John.“I’m sorry,” she said gentl
On the second floor of the restaurant, near the wide window, Rogan stood with a cigarette between his fingers.Smoke curled lazily around him as he looked down without much interest. Then his eyes paused.He leaned slightly forward and tilted his chin toward the street below.“Hey,” he said, glancing sideways at Jabco, who was beside him. “Isn’t that your secretary?”Jabco frowned and followed Rogan’s gaze.Down there, near the crowded food stall, Riyana sat at a small table. She was laughing, her head tilted slightly as she spoke to the man across from her.It was the same man. The one he had seen her with before.Jabco’s eyes darkened without him realizing it.The street below was loud and alive. Voices, laughter, clattering plates. The smell of spices floated in the air. Riyana lifted her hand and gently pushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. The movement was small, careless, natural.The evening light softened her pale skin, making it glow in a way Jabco had never really no
In the middle of their quiet conversation, Professor Albert gently guided her toward the inner hallway.“Come,” he said, smiling to himself. “You’ve come at the perfect time. There’s someone I want you to meet.”Riyana followed him, her steps slow, her mind still heavy with doubt. They stopped in front of his office door. Albert pushed it open.“John,” he called out casually.Riyana froze.John was sitting on the sofa inside, one leg crossed over the other, his phone in his hand. When he looked up and saw her, surprise flickered across his face. He stood up immediately.“Hi, Riyana,” he said, clearly not expecting to see her there.Her heart skipped once.“Hi,” she replied, still trying to process this coincidence.Albert looked from one face to the other, amused.“Oh?” he said lightly. “You two know each other?”“We were classm
Nick watched her quietly for a while. He was still tense, still shaken by what he had seen earlier.After a few minutes, he leaned closer and lowered his voice. “Is he always this… on edge?”Riyana didn’t stop typing. “No,” she said simply. “He’s just angry with me. That’s why.”She finally looked up at Nick and gave him a small, reassuring smile. “You don’t have to worry. He’s actually an easygoing person.”And that was true.Jabco only showed that side to her.With others, he was calm. Polite. Even warm when needed. In the office, most of the staff had never seen his temper. They knew he was strict. They knew he could be ruthless when it came to work. Deadlines, results, discipline. He never compromised there.But outside of work anger, he was controlled.Only Riyana ever saw the storms.Because she was the only one who handled him directly. The only on
“Mr. Grey,” Riyana said quietly.She looked at him politely, professionally. That calm tone made his anger lose strength against his will.“I already handed you my resignation letter,” she continued. “I’ll brief him on your work and schedule. I’ll leave in a few days.”Her words landed hard.Jabco clenched his teeth. She spoke as if nothing had ever happened between them. As if that night meant nothing at all.“Riyana,” he said slowly, voice tight. “Do you really want to test my patience?”He took a step closer. “Don’t you think we have something to talk about?”Riyana pressed her lips together. Her hands were clasped so tightly that her fingers hurt, but her face stayed calm.“Nick,” she said, turning slightly. “Please leave us for a moment.”Nick nodded so fast it was almost funny and rushed out of the office. The door click
Morning light crept into the room through the half-open curtains.Jabco blinked slowly as he woke up.For a few seconds, he didn’t move. His body felt strangely light, rested, the way it used to feel years ago when sleep came easy. His head didn’t hurt. His chest felt calm. Too calm.He sat up and rubbed his temple, trying to understand why he felt like this.Then everything from last night came rushing back.Her face. Her warmth. The way she was in his arms.His head snapped to the other side of the bed.Empty.The space beside him was cold. No trace of her. No sound. No movement.His heart dropped.“Riyana?,” he muttered to himself.He clearly remembered holding her.He swung his legs off the bed and stood up, the sheet slipping from his waist. His chest felt tight now. He wasn’t a man who lost control like that. Never had been.He had been with women before. Enough times. But he had alw







