Todos os capítulos de The CEO'S secretary : Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

ELIAS’S POVThe decision was made, but the silence that followed felt heavier than any debate.For a moment, none of us moved. Nina was already on her tablet, making calls, arranging the flight. Chloe stood at the window, her reflection framed by the early morning sun. I watched her quietly, as she tried to take in the calmness before everything fell apart again.The city below was waking up…. traffic threading through the streets, light bouncing off glass towers. To everyone else, it was just another morning in Manhattan. For us, it was a countdown.I crossed the room, the echo of my steps low and steady.“You don’t have to come,” I said softly, stopping behind her.She turned slightly, her eyes tired but resolute. “You keep saying that like it’s an option.”“It should be.” I hesitated. “If things go wrong in Geneva…..”“They always go wrong,” she interrupted, voice quiet but sharp. “And yet I’m still here.”The sunlight caught her hair, making the strands look gold. I reached out be

ELIAS’S POVThe scent of coffee pulled me out of my thoughts before the sound did.Strong, dark….. a usual remedy for sleepless nights that turned into anxious mornings.She was already awake, dressed, and standing by the counter when I turned from the window. Her tablet glowed faintly in the pale light, a map of the city open on the screen. She didn’t look up when she spoke.“Morning, boss.”Her voice was dry but steady. Controlled, like always.“You slept?” I asked.She gave a short laugh. “You mean did I close my eyes for five minutes and dream about dying in a car chase? Yeah. Rested as hell.”I almost smiled. Almost.Chloe stirred from the couch then, blinking against the light. The blanket slipped from her shoulders as she sat up slowly. Her hair was a soft, tangled mess, her eyes still heavy with sleep. And yet, somehow, she made exhaustion look graceful.“Morning,” she murmured.I handed her a cup from the tray Nina had set down. She accepted it with both hands, her fingers br

CHLOE’S POVI’ve heard people say silence is peaceful.Maybe for them.For me, silence is where thoughts echo too loudly, especially when they belong to someone like Elias, someone who can sit perfectly still while his entire world rearranges itself behind his eyes.The ride from the airport to the penthouse felt longer than the flight itself. Manhattan was waking up, the pale sunlight crawling between buildings, horns impatient but half-hearted, the city stretching like a body that never really slept. Everything looked normal. That was the unnerving part.Trauma doesn’t always arrive with sound.Sometimes it walks quietly beside you.Elias sat beside me, his posture controlled, gaze fixed on something past the window…. not outside, not inside, just somewhere. Gavin sat across from him, leaned back with false ease, tapping his thumb lightly against his knee, thinking more than he wanted us to notice. Nina sat next to Gavin, scrolling through something on her tablet not looking for thr

CHLOE’S POVThe room went quiet like dust after a shift in the air. Something subtle but undeniable had changed, and everyone felt it even if no one wanted to be the first to admit it out loud.Elias stepped back, just slightly, as if he needed a fraction of space to let his mind lock into whatever came next. He didn’t look overwhelmed. He didn’t look rattled. But there was a weight to him……coiled, controlled, held in place by sheer will.And somehow, I was the one closest to him.Not physically. Just… present. A place he leaned toward without meaning to.I didn’t know what that meant.I wasn’t sure he did either.But I felt it all the same, like a pulse under the quiet.Nina straightened her posture, her tiredness masked behind quick competence. Gavin sat on the arm of the couch with one knee bouncing, the way he always did when he was trying not to say something stupid. And Elias, he was like the still center of a shifting room.A necessary anchor.A dangerous one.A reassuring one.

CHLOE’S POVThe sunlight grew slowly, spreading across the kitchen tiles, soft and pale, brushing over the countertops, curling around the corners of the island where Elias still sat. I lingered near the table, notebook open, coffee long finished, yet neither of us seemed to notice.I watched him, not trying to intrude, but because I couldn’t stop myself. He had a way of existing that made the space feel smaller, heavier, safer. And the more I watched, the more I felt a careful, steady pull toward him, a gravity I hadn’t expected this morning.“Have you eaten?” I asked, finally breaking the quiet.He shook his head. “Not yet. I couldn’t decide if I should grab something quick or wait for company.”“Company?” I raised an eyebrow.His jaw twitched. “You.”I blinked. “I’m not exactly hungry yet.”“That’s not an answer,” he said softly, with that quiet, impossible weight behind his voice.I set my pen down and ran a hand over my face, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. “Fine. I’ll eat someth