ログインThe rest of the day faded way too fast. Like I couldn't wait to see my doom. Emails. Reports. Investigations. Endless questions.Where had the leak happened? Who had access? Who downloaded what? Who opened which file? Who sent what email?Nobody was finding answers.Including me.I skipped lunch, breaks, breathing, probably.By evening my head hurt. My eyes burned and were swollen.And I still knew absolutely nothing.I sat alone inside my office. Staring at spreadsheets. Trying to force the numbers to reveal a secret. They didn't.My phone buzzed. I answered immediately. I had called him several times and he had texted about calling back, because he was extremely busy."Klaire?" The concern in his voice nearly broke me.Because it was the first kind voice I'd heard all day. "I've had a terrible day."His tone softened. "What happened?"I told him everything. The suspicion, the leak, and the panic. The possibility that all my recent work was about to collapse.He didn't judge me, whil
And the next few days passed without Mr. Vilmorre coming back to work. Neither did Hale ask me to submit any files. He probably had been warned not to invite employees over.And it would be crazy to go see him on my own…wouldn't it?But I just wanted to know how he was faring and how his special woman was too…Was he getting rest or was he looking way worse than the man I met last? Would he go back to Moscow immediately after all this was over? Would he show up at work? Would he even inform me if there was any update about his woman?It was absurd that I wanted him around.And while I sat at my desk and office phone rang, and I rushed to pick it up immediately. Mr. Hale called me into his office.I entered after a soft knock and remained standing while he punched in some letters on the keyboard.Something was wrong.It was because he wasn't smiling. And Hale always smiled. Even when things were terrible."Mrs. Klaire." His voice was unusually serious.My stomach immediately tightened.
It took me several minutes to realize that Mr. Vilmorre owned the beach apartment we were in. And I was still gagged at the thought of this man having luxury at his beck and call.Why wouldn’t he?The man probably owned half the city.I followed him inside, still feeling strangely nervous. Which made no sense, because nothing was happening. We were simply spending the night because it was late. This was not on purpose. I was only here to comfort him.That was all.Nothing weird.Comfort him? How did it get to that? Because I knew his little dark secret? Did that give me a sort of promotion to confronting Mr. Vilmorre? What was I thinking?I was suddenly regretting the hug I had given him today. I was too engrossed in my emotions that I forgot I had promised to keep things professional between us.I didn't even want to be friends with this man.I didn't want to bother if he was hurting…“Mrs. Klaire,” he mentioned. He stood near the doorway and the quick memory of his exact position at
I should have moved him from my shoulders. That was my first thought. My second thought was that I definitely should have moved him much earlier.Instead, I sat there staring. Watching how Aleksander Vilmorre slept against my shoulder.He looked different.I couldn’t remember ever seeing him peaceful before. Not once. His face looked softer somehow. Less like the impossible boss everyone feared.My eyes stayed longer than they should have and for one second, I felt something. Somewhere along the line, I had forgotten Mr. Vilmorre was human. To me, he had become deadlines and cold stares.But sitting here now…he just looked tired.“You’re just a person too, Mr. Vilmorre" I muttered.He was asleep and didn't hear.Good. Because that would have been embarrassing.The breeze grew colder and I carefully, I adjusted my position, supporting his head better with my hand. The movement earned a small frown from him.But he leaned closer, this time.I froze for a split second…then relaxed.My ey
I hated random hugs. The ones that came from people that…didn't matter. Yet hours later, lying in bed inside, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.Unexpected.And yet…The memory refused to leave. Not because of the hug itself, but how it made me feel afterwards. The relief. The urge to actually keep the hug longer than it should. Just a few seconds with her, everything had gone quiet and with my closed eyes, I could see grandmother lying unconscious and all my problems resurfaced.Maybe I shouldn't have pushed Klaire away and sent her out of the house.Maybe I should have given myself an opportunity to share the exhaustion in me. Grandma always mentioned that speaking about your problem, eased the pressure on the chest.My jaw tightened.Sleep wasn’t happening tonight. Not with all these thoughts. All these plans. To keep grandma in Moscoweuth other families. To be business-oriented like I always have. And be back home to finalize the divorce with Elise.Only then would life seem perf
I could see through the shirt he was wearing and for some reason, it felt so wrong. I mean, it was wrong. That was my boss.When he got closer to where I was standing, I looked back at him. His gaze landed on me and then his eyes narrowed, like he was trying to recognize me or something…That shocked me more than seeing him.“What are you doing here?” he asked.I opened my mouth. What?Was he saying he was aware that…Nothing came out of my open mouth. His eyes went from mine to the ground and he sighed.“Mrs Klaire.”I finally found my voice. “Sir.”“Why are confidential documents scattered across my floor?”My face reddens.Right. The papers. I had totally…forgotten. I immediately crouched. Trying to gather them. Only for another hand to reach down first.Large hands are grabbing the same page as me, at the same time. Our eyes met briefly and I released the paper.A frownremsived on his face while he gathered the rest of the files. “Why would Hale send you here?”“I asked the same
By the time I had already arrived at Vilmorre Homes, I was already irritated. At myself. The silence I preferred in the apartment unfortunately wasn't helping me to think. I tossed my car keys on the table and headed straight to the shower. Cold water rushed down my head to my feet. For ten minu
I checked the clock again and realized why the office was now empty. I had stayed engrossed in my work and had forgotten how much time I had left. Still, I had a lot to complete. So I might need to stay over at work.Two more reports. One scheduling review and all of Elise's unfinished assignments.
The next morning, I already regretted my life. Elise had arrived at the office dressed like she was attending a luxury brunch instead of training for one of the most demanding positions in the company.Stepping out of the elevator, we approached the executive assistant's office. My eyes widened at
When Mr. Vilmorre walked away, I stayed frozen still staring in the direction he had disappeared, taking time to process what I had just seen.Absolutely none of this made sense.Mr Aleksander Vimorre, the coldest, most emotionally exhausted man, had just sat down holding hands with a woman.Elise.







