Mag-log inChapter 80AMBERLYN "I'm not saying quit. I'm saying protect yourself. Set boundaries. Don't let yourself get consumed by feelings for someone who's unavailable." She sighed. "And when I get back in two days, we're going to talk strategy. Figure out what options you have, what your timeline looks like, how we can give you more security so you're not completely dependent on Klaus Thorne's goodwill.""Okay," I managed."I mean it, Ambelyn. This isn't over. We're going to figure this out." Wednesday paused. "Now go take care of your son. Help him with his homework. Have a normal evening. And try not to think about Klaus spending the night with that woman.""That's not helpful," I said, but I could hear the weak smile in my own voice."I know. I'm terrible at comfort. That's why you love me." Wednesday's tone shifted back to her usual irreverent humor. "Call me if you need to talk more. Otherwise, I'll see you in two days. And Ambelyn? You're going to be okay. Maybe not today, but eventu
Chapter 79AMBERLYNApparently he disagrees." I added the pasta to the boiling water. "And you know what? It's fine. I have a good job, I'm providing for Iniko, we have stability. Klaus's personal life is none of my business. I just need to remember that and focus on being the best assistant possible.""While watching him with someone else.""If necessary, yes." I tried to inject confidence I didn't feel. "I'm a professional. I can handle it.""Can you, though? Because Ambelyn, I know you. I know how you feel about Klaus, even if you won't admit it to yourself. Working with him every day while he's involved with someone else is going to destroy you slowly.""I don't have a choice," I said flatly. "I need this job. Iniko needs this job. So I'll handle it, because that's what I do. I handle things."Wednesday was quiet for a long moment. "I hate that you're right. I hate that you're in this position. I hate that Klaus Thorne apparently has terrible taste in women if he's choosing some r
Chapter 78AMBERLYNI made it exactly three blocks from Thorne Industries before the tears I'd been holding back finally broke free. I pulled over into a grocery store parking lot, gripping the steering wheel hard enough that my knuckles went white, and let myself fall apart for exactly two minutes.Two minutes to cry over something that had never been mine to lose. Two minutes to mourn a possibility that had only ever existed in my imagination. Two minutes to feel sorry for myself before I had to pull it together and go home to my son, who needed a mother who was strong and stable, not one who was crying over her boss's love life.When the two minutes were up, I wiped my face with the tissues I kept in the center console, fixed my smudged mascara as best I could, and drove the rest of the way to Wednesday's apartment with my emotions firmly locked down.The apartment felt too quiet when I walked in. Too empty. I dropped my bag by the door and kicked off my heels, padding barefoot int
Chapter 77AMBERLYN Klaus Thorne had a girlfriend. Or something close to it. A beautiful, sophisticated investor who he took to romantic lunches and didn't come back from until well after business hours.And I'd had no idea.The hurt blooming in my chest was irrational and inappropriate and completely unprofessional. I had no claim on Klaus. We'd established boundaries specifically to avoid this kind of emotional complication. What he did with his personal life was none of my business.But it hurt anyway.Because for the past week, I'd felt something building between us. Not anything we'd acted on, not anything we'd even acknowledged, but something present nonetheless. A connection, an awareness, a possibility that maybe—someday, when the professional complications were resolved—we could explore what had been left unfinished six years ago.Apparently, I'd been deluding myself.Klaus had moved on. Had found someone sophisticated and beautiful and appropriate for his social status. Som
Chapter 76AMBERLYN I blinked, surprised. Klaus had pulled me into every meeting this week, had specifically said he wanted me present for high-level discussions. Why would this one be different?"Are you sure?" I asked. "If she's an investor discussing Westfield, I should probably be there to take notes—""Celine wouldn't appreciate an outsider joining us," Klaus interrupted, his voice firm. "She's... particular about privacy. It's better if I handle this alone."Outsider. The word stung more than it should have, especially given the context. I was his assistant. Being in meetings was literally my job. But apparently not this meeting. Not with Celine Ashford, whoever she was."Of course," I said, keeping my voice carefully neutral even as something uncomfortable twisted in my chest. "Should I reschedule your two o'clock to accommodate the extended lunch?""Yes. Push everything back an hour. And if anything urgent comes up, text me, but otherwise I'd prefer not to be interrupted." Kl
Chapter 75AMBERLYN The week had settled into a rhythm that felt almost normal, if I ignored the underlying current of tension that hummed between Klaus and me every time we were in the same room. We'd both committed—silently, unanimously—to maintaining strict professional boundaries. No more elevator confessions. No more lingering looks. No more moments that felt too charged, too dangerous, too much like the beginning of something we couldn't afford to start.It was working. Mostly.I arrived at eight every morning with Klaus's coffee—black, two sugars—and my own vanilla latte that was probably more sugar than coffee. We reviewed his schedule, discussed priorities, coordinated meetings. I sat in on high-level discussions, took meticulous notes, managed the constant chaos of his calendar with increasing efficiency.By Wednesday, I'd reorganized his entire filing system. By Thursday, I'd streamlined his email management protocol. By Friday, three different executives had complimented







