Lahat ng Kabanata ng Scandal With The Secretary: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 16

_Bladen’s POV_It had been twelve hours since I sent the text to Lynnette, having heard from my sources about her little money situation, but the chat thread still remained as it was since when I pressed send. The message was delivered alright, so Lynnette had either not seen it, or had seen it but chose not to respond.I didn’t know if I was to be impressed or disappointed by this development. I kept staring at the text, expecting her reply to pop up, and just out of nowhere, the phone buzzed on my hand with a call.If it was the number I was expecting—Lynnette’s—, I wouldn’t have huffed irritatedly, but it wasn’t. Instead, it was a more familiar number.The realization made my eyes hover across the top of my phone to see that time was far spent to be receiving calls, but I still sighed, then picked it up.“Why are you calling me at this hour?” My voice was rough with irritation and straight to the point. “It’s two in the morning.”“Apologies, sir,” came the familiar voice of Hama, o

_Lynnette’s POV_ It was Six PM in the evening, many hours since Bladen stormed my apartment and proposed a committed relationship which wasn’t real, and since then, I have only changed positions three times. One was from the living room to the kitchen where I forced a sandwich down my throat, then to the bathroom to allow warm wear water trickle down my back, and finally, to my bed where I have been staring into space, thinking. That was how much Bladen rattled me. I tried to figure out what was going on and why he needed us to do this now, what the catch might be, but I couldn’t come to any conclusions or even speculations. Were the blogs finally getting to him and doing damage to his reputation? I finally decided that thinking wasn’t worth my time. I had days before the bank would ask me for a repayment, and I had nothing except my meager savings. I finally got up and reached for my system to begin applying for remote gigs. When I crossed thirty applications, I lost count, but

_Lynnette's POV_ I wanted to tell Bladen not to come. If he was worried about reporters, wouldn’t they just follow him? That wouldn't stop them. In fact, it would only bring more attention to me—leading them to my place—but he had already ended the call. I needed no one to tell me that he wanted to come here himself, but what for? Why would he come here himself? Knowing that he was going to be here in a moment, since there wouldn’t be any traffic, I quickly jerked out of my thoughts, gazing right back at my messy room. My apartment right now looked more like a madwoman’s house than anything. Every one of my belongings was scattered around the corners, from dirty plates I had used for the past days to clothes strewn carelessly. The truth was, I wasn’t like this. It’s just that this whole situation was so overwhelming that I hadn’t even had time or energy for the slightest thing. Out of nervousness—something I hated to admit—I began cleaning up my mess, even though I couldn't deny