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“Sir, I was…” “What time…” he interrupted “...are you meant to be here?” He repeated “ 8 0 clock Sir but there was…” “You are fired,” Victor said, his eyes fixed on the screen of his laptop. “Get out of my office” he said and the man turned to leave his office. Seth was tending at the other side of the office arranging some more documents into the shelf. “ Seth, what time is my meeting scheduled for?” he asked. “ Exactly 10 o clock,Sir” Seth said and Victor shut his laptop, checked his wristwatch as he stood up. “Get a replacement for that nitwit…” “ Done already, she'll be here before 10” “ A she?” Victor paused “ I don't want a she” “ She came highly recommended and …” “ I don't want a she, Seth” he repeated walking to the door and Seth followed after packing the needed documents into his bag. “ Alright Sir.” Seth said “ I want to kingtone, Sephora corporation and AllGem document reviewed and placed on my table by the time I get back, those documents on my table arranged according to the date of application “Victor ordered walking to the elevator. “ Am I staying back?” Seth asked and Victor turned to him. “You are coming with me” “ Then who will do all that?” Seth asked, frustrated. “ The new secretary” “ You just said you don't want a she” Seth replied “ Get a he” Victor fired at him. “ I can't get a he within this short period, Don” Seth said and Victor frowned “ Sir” he corrected himself. “ Fine, she'll work for a month” Victor turned and Seth stepped forward punching in the number. The elevator opened and they got in with Seth delivering the information to the communication board. Victor stood as the elevator decended. A minute later, the elevator opened and they stepped out, Seth walking behind him and clicking out Victor's schedule. “ Sir, the meeting with the Smith clashed with the keystone so I postpone the Smiths” Seth said. “ cancel the keystone out, I changed my mind about working with them and the Smith, reschedule it to this afternoon.” Victor said then paused as his eyes caught a lady hurrying to his receptionist and then to an elevator. She held strong resemblance to the lady he had a night stand with and had rejected his money but he strongly believed she wasn't the one. What could she be searching for on his company? “Is everything okay, Sir?” Seth asked and he nodded heading straight out of the corporation. ### “Damn, the time” Isabella enclaimed as her eyes brushed the time board when Delaney pulled into the company's car park, she dropped the bagel and took a tissues to clean her mouth. “ Relax Isa, it is on or before ten and it's still eleven minutes to 10” “ First impression matters, Delan” Isabella said, picking her bag and getting out. “ I will be her for a while, I can't bear this hunger anymore. Best of luck, bestieeee” Delaney sqeeled and laughed at how Isabella hurried into the company. She brought her breakfast and started feeding on it when her eyes caught the glassy door of the cooperation opening again and it was a very breathtakingly handsome man dressed in suit walking out . She was fascinated by how his walks radiates power, tranquility and peace and she oddly thought he looked familiar until her eyes fell on the equally attractive man with very sharp features walking out with him. She recognized him instantly, he was the man that had acted like she wasn't that much of a charm. Delaney dropped her bagel and did a quick touch-up of her make-up before attempting to get down and approach him again when her phone started ringing. It was her manager. She scoffed, saw them standing and discussing. She took the call impatiently. “What?!!” She said immediately into the phone “ Delaney, the ceo locked her inhaler inside her office and now she's having a crisis” “What?” She was shocked,keyed the car immediately. “Her car is faulty, you have the extra key and…” “I'm on my way” Delaney groaned kissing away an opportunity to woe her dream man. ### “So, this is your office” the lady in charge to guide her said to you” the lady said and walked away. Isabella watched her leave before she sat into her very comfortable swivel chair. Kade Enterprise was a big cooperation in Los Angeles with many branches all around the world and she was opportune to be the secretary to the President. She scanned the communication board with her membership card as instructed and then a list of instructions sprung to the screen. It definitely wasn't meant for her. She put the communication board off and relaxed back into her seat trying to relax before she begin the day. From the lady that had given her a tour of the upper floor, the president sure came off as a ruthless, heartless, inconsiderate, and boring person. After few minutes, Isabella was bored so she unlocked the communication board again and read the lists of instructions under which was assigned to the new secretary,her. She got up, and walked to the president's office. Her eyes catching the elevator by the side. The president had a personal elevator. She got into his office, it was spacious and bigger that her whole house also modestly equiped, a shelf of documents, a set of furniture,his mahogany table and behind it was his seat. Isabella went over to seat on his executive leather chair, twirled it and watched the views through the wall to floor glass. Later on, Isabella explored the office before switched to working and taking out every instruction one after the other. At noon, she got tired and went to the couch. while reading a newspaper as she rests, Isabella drifted into a short nap. Hushed voices woke Isabella from her nap, she jumped up seeing two men standing and staring at her . “ I am sorry sir, I did not not mean to…” her system kicked before she could finish her apology and she pushed through them and to the toilet to throw up. Once inside the toilet, Isabella washed her face while cursing at herself for the begel she took and job she would lose even before getting it. Why would she fall asleep? The salary was five times better than her previous and she started cursing at herself for her recklessness. “ Are you okay?” A masculine voice asked and she stiffened, why was he bothered when she was going to get fired. “ Yes sir” she replied, reprimanded herself once more before stepping out of the toilet and trying to keep her head down. It was awkward, she was nervous. “ Sir, I…” “Why did you sit on my chair?” the question caught her off guard. “What?” She enclaimed and looked up only to see Victor Kade, the man from her night stand, staring at her with clear irritation and disgust on his face.Victor’s fingers tightened around the phone, the plastic digging into his palm. It had been thirteen years. Thirteen long years since she’d vanished, a ghost in the wind, leaving nothing but questions and a gaping hole in his life. He’d torn the city apart looking for her, chasing shadows, clinging to scraps of hope that always turned to dust. Now, a voice, a whisper from the past, was making his blood run cold.“Cora?” he breathed, the name a foreign sound on his tongue after so long.“Yes, Victor. It’s me.” Her voice, softer now, but with an underlying steel he remembered well, sent a shiver down his spine.His mind reeled, trying to process the impossible. “Where have you been? Why… how?”“I had to disappear,” she said, her tone flat, devoid of emotion. “It was the only way to survive.”“Survive what?” The words tumbled out, laced with a decade of frustration.“The information I possessed,” she explained, a sigh escaping her lips. “It made me a target. Staying alive wasn’t easy,
The sticky note felt thin, almost transparent, in Victor’s hand. Isabella’s neat handwriting, a stark contrast to Kevin’s blunt messages, pulled him in. He read the words once, then again. “He said you were a good employer. He also told me to take care of myself.”To most, they were polite pleasantries. Generic, even. But his gut twisted. He knew the language Kevin spoke. “A good employer.” It was never a compliment, not from someone like him. It was a probe, a test. Kevin had been watching Isabella, seeing how naturally she’d defended Victor, judging her loyalty. He’d been calculating, always calculating.And then, “take care of myself.” That one hit harder. In their world, those words weren't a kind farewell. They were an omen. A warning. It meant danger brewed, and Kevin knew more than he let on. It meant he was positioning himself, planting a seed of possibility in Isabella’s mind, making her aware of him, making her wonder if he might be a useful ally down the road. Kevin was
Isabella arrived at the office twenty minutes early, the silence a balm she desperately needed. Her bag landed on her chair with a soft thump, and she immediately began her morning ritual. Each action was deliberate, a shield against the gnawing unease. She arranged every file on her desk, ensuring perfect alignment, then attacked her inbox, deleting, archiving, and responding until it gleamed. Victor’s schedule was next; she reviewed it, noting every meeting, every call, every potential interruption. Requests from department heads, outstanding memos—she tackled them all, dispatching replies with practiced efficiency long before anyone else even thought about stepping out of an elevator. She had learned early, at twelve years old, that survival often meant pretending. Pretending everything was normal, pretending the world hadn’t shattered, pretending the gaping hole in her chest wasn’t there. Today was no different. By the time the first junior analyst shuffled in, gripping a pap
“Isabella stared at the necklace in Victor’s outstretched hand, the silver chain glinting under the dim light of the vault. Thirteen years. Thirteen years, every single morning, she’d clasped it at her throat without a second thought. It was the last thing her father ever gave her. She wasn’t going to take it off. Her mind drifted back, a blurry photograph of a twelve-year-old girl, her small hands fumbling with the clasp. Her mother was too lost in her own grief to notice her carefully packing it, a tiny, precious secret. She carried it across an ocean, from the ancient cobblestones of Rome to the sprawl of Los Angeles, and it hadn’t left her neck since. Not once.It was her father who put it there. He encoded something into it, something vital, and then he placed it around his twelve-year-old daughter’s neck. He sent her away knowing it would keep her connected to whatever he was desperately trying to protect. And he must have known, too, that connection could get her killed if the
“Read it again,” Victor said, his voice low and rough as he stared at Isabella’s phone like it might change if he looked away for even a second.Isabella did not argue with him and did not tease him for asking because she could see something in his face that scared her more than the message itself, so she tilted the screen toward him and let him take it from her hands.Victor read the message once more, slow and careful, his eyes moving over every word like he was afraid something would disappear if he blinked too hard, and when he reached the end he did not stop there but went back to the beginning and read it again, his breathing shallow, his fingers tight around the phone.“The tape,” he said quietly, more to himself than to her, “he told me about the tape.”Isabella lifted her head, “What tape.”Victor finally looked up at her and when he spoke his voice carried years inside it, “Felix told me two weeks before he died that he recorded everything.”She sat up straighter, “Everythin
“What happens now,” Isabella said, her voice quiet but steady as she sat across from Victor and tried to keep her hands from shaking in her lap.Victor did not answer right away and she did not rush him because she was busy turning his last words over and over in her head, slow and careful, the same way she treated every truth that could cut her open if she moved too fast.“So you are telling me,” she continued, looking at him directly, “that someone who knew my father well enough to sound like him has been watching me for years and choosing when to speak and when to stay silent and somehow neither you nor Kevin has found them.”Victor nodded once, his eyes tired, “Yes.”“That means they knew when I found the room,” Isabella said, speaking more to herself now but still aloud, “they knew when I saw Kevin in that building and they knew when I needed to be warned before I even knew it myself.”“Yes,” Victor said again.“And they are still alive,” she said, her voice rising slightly, “bec
“You asked to see me,” Isabella said as she stepped into the study, her voice low and careful, already aware of how quiet the room was and how Victor was standing with his back to her, looking out at the city like she was not there yet.He did not answer right away.She waited.After a few seconds
“I am not opening it,” Isabella said softly to herself in the dark of her room, the words coming out like a promise she was not sure she believed, her fingers curled tight around the edge of her bag where the key now lived like a secret with weight.She placed the bag on the chair instead of the be
“After you,” Kevin said, his hand still holding the elevator door open, his smile easy like this was a normal end to a normal workday and not the exact moment Isabella felt every nerve in her body pull tight at once.“Thank you,” Isabella replied, stepping in without hesitating because hesitating w
“I am fine,” Victor said to no one in particular as he lay in his room staring at the ceiling, the words coming out low and controlled like they had been rehearsed enough times to sound real even when they were not.He did not move for a long time.“I am fine,” he repeated again, quieter now, as if







