SARAHMy fingers hovered above the keyboard as the clock on my screen ticked closer to nine. The merger conference was due to start any minute, and I still had no idea what Mr. Ricci was talking about. The entire office buzzed with tension, papers rustling, footsteps echoing down the hall. Everyone seemed to know what they were doing except me.Mr. Ricci came back, this time with two other managers at his side. Their suits were crisp, their expressions impatient. He stopped right in front of my desk, his tone firm but still polite enough to sting. “Mrs. De Luca, the link—where is it?”I blinked at him, trying to look composed. “I’m sorry… what link exactly?”He frowned, exchanging a look with the man beside him. “The client access code. The one Sofia always activated before board meetings. We can’t start without it. Didn’t she tell you?”My heart pounded in my chest. I searched the computer screen as if the answer might suddenly appear there. “She didn’t—”Before I could finish, a voi
SARAHI woke up before the alarm, staring at the ceiling for a few seconds before turning toward Marco’s side of the bed. He wasn’t there, but I could hear the faint sound of hangers moving in the closet. My stomach tightened, part nerves, part excitement. My first official week as his secretary.I got up, pulling the sheets together before walking into the closet. He was already half dressed, buttoning his shirt, his watch glinting under the light. For a moment, I just stood there, watching him. Calm, controlled, sharp. The man who made half the city bow when he walked in.He noticed me in the mirror. “Morning,” he said, his voice low.“Morning.” I smiled, stepping closer. “You’re dressed already?”“I have an early call.” He turned, picking a tie from the rack. “You should get ready too. I want us to leave together.”I took the tie from his hand, brushing my thumb over the silk. “You look like you own the world.”His mouth curved. “I do. Now you’re part of it.”I laughed softly, fixi
**********THIRD PERSONIt was late evening, the house quiet enough that the faint ticking of the clock filled the air. Maddalena sat in the lounge, one leg crossed over the other, a half-full glass of red wine resting on the table. The lights were low as she had been sitting there for almost an hour, not because she was restless, but because she was waiting. She always knew when the call would come. It was only a matter of time.When the phone finally rang, she didn’t jump. She reached for it calmly, her eyes on the darkened window as she answered.“Cara mia,” she said softly.The voice on the other end was cold and sharp. “You took your time calling, Maddalena.”She smiled faintly, not out of amusement, but habit. “I was waiting for you. I didn’t want to disturb.”“Disturb?” The woman’s tone cut through the calm. “What disturbs me is silence. Things have been too quiet lately. That girl, Sofia—she’s done absolutely nothing.”Maddalena leaned back in her chair, her wine untouched. “W
SOFIAThe office was almost empty. Everyone had gone home hours ago. Only the faint hum of the air conditioning and the buzz from my desk lamp filled the silence. The room looked cold under the dim light, papers scattered across my desk, a reminder of the day I had just endured.Marco had left with her. SARAH.I could still hear her voice from earlier, soft, polite, pretending to be professional. “Marco and I will be heading out to dinner to celebrate the first day. I trust you’ll take care of the remaining work.”The way she said it, calm and steady, like I was some assistant beneath her. She spoke to me like she was doing me a favor, like she belonged here more than I did. I could almost see the smug little smile on her face when she hung up the phone.I clenched my jaw, staring at the glass wall that reflected the empty office. My reflection looked unfamiliar, my eyes darker than usual. I felt humiliated.Marco hired her. Out of everyone he could have picked, he brought his wife in
SARAHThe restaurant was quiet, glowing with soft lights and the low hum of jazz. Everything smelled of expensive food and wine. I sat across from Marco, still in the same clothes I’d worn to the office, and couldn’t help feeling like I didn’t belong there. The people around us looked so polished, like they’d walked out of a magazine.Marco didn’t seem to care. He looked comfortable, leaning back in his chair with that relaxed air he carried everywhere. His tie was loose, his eyes steady on me. When the waiter poured the wine, Marco reached for his glass and smiled.“To your first day as my secretary,” he said.I let out a small laugh. “You’re really making this a thing, aren’t you?”“It is a thing,” he said. “You walked into my office this morning like you owned it.”“I was nervous,” I said honestly. “I just tried to look like I wasn’t.”He tilted his head, smirking. “You did well. The staff were watching you. Sofia especially.”I looked down at my glass. “I noticed.”Marco raised an
SARAHI sat behind the desk, staring at the screen like it was waiting to judge me. The room was quiet except for the sound of the air conditioner and the sound of conversation outside. My name was still definitely new here. People had whispered it like it carried some secret weight. The boss’s wife. The new secretary. The one who made Sofia tense.I opened the drawers one by one, trying to understand my space. Pens, sticky notes, files marked with initials I didn’t recognize. A small paperweight with the company logo. It felt strange, sitting in this office. Marco’s office was only a few doors away, but this was my corner now. I clicked through the computer, reading the day’s schedule. Meetings, calls, project updates, everything that kept this place alive.Through the glass wall, I could feel their stares. A few heads turned quickly when I looked up. Some smiled nervously, pretending they weren’t watching. Others just whispered, eyes darting between me and the door. I didn’t blame t