Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Office Between Us: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

The morning sun, thin and hesitant, pushed through the clouds, leaving silver-white puddles on the slick city streets. Isabelle watched it from her apartment window, a cup of lukewarm coffee clutched in her hands. The rain had finally stopped, but a cool, misty air remained, a ghost of the storm that had raged the night before. She felt a similar quiet after the emotional tempest with Damian. The confession, the raw, unvarnished truth of his past with Cassandra, had left her shaken. He had said so little, but in those few, stark sentences, he had revealed more about himself than he had in all the months she had known him.The cold, controlled CEO she worked for was a carefully constructed fortress, built brick by brick to protect a wounded heart. The Damian who confessed to her was a different person entirely, a lost boy who had learned to lock his pain away. And a part of Isabelle, a deep, compassionate part she had long kept hidden, felt a powerful, undeniable ache to reach out and

The truth was, Isabelle had no intention of going on a blind date. Her life was already a meticulously balanced scale of professional obligation and personal grief, with just enough room for the suffocating weight of her family’s debt. Adding a stranger to the mix felt like an unnecessary variable, a frivolous distraction she couldn’t afford.But Carla was relentless. “Izzy, you are twenty-six. Your social life consists of a spreadsheet and a stack of overdue bills. You need a night out. A man. A drink. In that order, or any order you prefer, just go.”They were in their usual corner booth at the cafe across from Villareal Holdings. The afternoon sun filtered through the large glass windows, highlighting the exhaustion etched beneath Isabelle’s eyes. She had been at the office until almost midnight, again, and the thought of putting on a dress and making small talk was utterly draining.“Carla, I appreciate the effort, but I’m just not in the right headspace,” Isabelle said, stirring

The silence that fell over the conference room was more deafening than any sound. It clung to the air, heavy and suffocating, long after Damian had left the room and the other executives had scurried away. Isabelle stood alone, her hands trembling, the adrenaline of her outburst starting to wear off and leaving a cold, sinking feeling of dread in its wake. She had done it. She had spoken the unspeakable, called out the emperor on his lack of clothes, and now she was left to face the consequences.Her mind raced through the options. She could go back to her desk and pretend nothing happened, hoping the floor would swallow her whole. She could walk out the door and never come back, leaving her job and her hopes of paying off her family’s debt behind. Or she could do what she knew she had to do: finish this. She couldn’t live with the lingering tension, the unspoken accusation that would now be a permanent fixture between them. She had to have an answer.She grabbed her notes from the ta

The air in Villareal Holdings had not felt right since the confrontation. It was thick with a silent, unspoken tension, a static charge that seemed to hum in the hallways and linger in the conference rooms. For Isabelle, the office had transformed from a place of professional purpose into a battlefield of emotional avoidance.She had mastered the art of the avoidance dance with an almost surgical precision. Her arrival time, usually a punctual 8:00 AM, was now a frantic 7:30 AM, ensuring she was at her desk long before Damian Villareal even stepped into the building. Her lunch breaks were no longer spent in the break room but in a quiet, seldom-used cubicle on a different floor, a retreat where she could eat her sandwich in solitude. Her departure time was now a late-night affair, a quiet escape after 8:00 PM, when she knew the halls would be empty and the risk of a run-in would be minimal. She even started taking the stairs instead of the elevator, willing to face the exhaustion of n

The world had narrowed down to a small, suffocating space of pain and light. Isabelle’s head pounded with a relentless rhythm, her throat felt as if she had swallowed glass, and every muscle in her body ached with a deep, bone-weary fatigue. The light from her tiny bedroom window felt a thousand times too bright, even through her closed eyelids. She was sick. Genuinely, truly sick. It was a physical manifestation of the emotional exhaustion she had been carrying for weeks. The tension, the sleepless nights, the constant anxiety of her job and her family’s debt had finally broken her.The phone on her bedside table buzzed with an insistent, sharp noise that felt like a drill to her skull. She groaned, fumbling for it, her fingers clumsy and weak. It was a work call. She didn’t recognize the number. Her mind, foggy with fever, knew she had to answer. It was probably Ms. Ana, calling to see why she wasn't in. The shame of missing work, even for a legitimate reason, was a cold shiver thro