Semua Bab Silent Flame: Bab 1 - Bab 10

The moment Evelyn stepped back into the Grand Arcadia ballroom, it was as if nothing had happened.Conversations had resumed. Champagne glasses clinked. Executives laughed politely. The polished marble floor had already been mopped clean, as if her humiliation had been erased right along with the coffee stain. Only Evelyn's burning cheeks and still-damp palms reminded her that the entire room had seen her mortifying collision with Alexander Drake.She moved swiftly to the far end of the ballroom, where her department had staked out a small table near the catering setup. It was just close enough to be seen but far enough to remain unimportant. No one looked up when she returned, not even Linda, who stood schmoozing with a VP from accounting. Evelyn slipped behind a floral arrangement and tried to disappear.Her pulse was still pounding. The garden air had done little to settle her nerves, and Alexander's brief appearance there with his calm voice, his unexpected words had left her more

Evelyn arrived early the next morning, dressed in her sharpest navy slacks and a crisp white blouse. Her hair was pinned neatly at the nape of her neck, her makeup subtle but polished. She had even replaced her usual stud earrings with tiny gold hoops. Her own silent symbol of courage.Her new workspace wasn't on her familiar floor in marketing. Instead, she'd been granted a seat on the 35th which was an unspoken sign that she was now part of something bigger. It was a quiet corner with a wide window view, a sleek laptop waiting on the desk, and a welcome email from Alexander Drake's executive assistant, Natalie.The subject line read simply: "Day One."At precisely 8:15, her inbox pinged again.From: Natalie R.Re: Project Briefing – VeridianLocation: Executive Lounge 2ATime: 8:30 sharpMr. Drake prefers punctuality.Evelyn took one last sip of her lukewarm tea, smoothed her blouse, and made her way to the lounge.When she entered, Alexander was already seated at the glass-topped conf

By Friday afternoon, Evelyn had fully stepped into a new reality.Gone were the days of silent tasks and background work. Now, she moved between meetings with senior executives, coordinated with high-level vendors, and received direct feedback from Alexander Drake himself. Her phone buzzed constantly with messages from departments she'd never interacted with before. Some polite. Some territorial. All curious.She had become visible.Too visible.Walking back from a presentation review, Evelyn passed two women from the finance team near the elevators."She's the new favorite," one whispered a little too loudly. "Did you see where she's seated?""Third floor to thirty-fifth. That's not a promotion. That's a coronation."Evelyn kept walking, head high, but the words settled like stones in her stomach.By the time she reached her desk, Natalie was waiting."Mr. Drake needs you in the off-site studio," she said crisply. "Now.""Off-site?""The digital content team is filming campaign mater

By the following week, Evelyn had become fluent in navigating the undercurrents of power how to smile just enough, speak precisely, and never reveal more than necessary. It wasn't just the work that had changed. It was the awareness that eyes were always watching. Judging.And yet, none of that mattered in the moments she shared with Alexander.They had found a rhythm, silent but deliberate.An unspoken agreement: professionalism in public, tension in private.When they crossed paths in meetings, they were measured. When she passed his office door, she barely glanced in. But late at night when the building emptied out and the hum of office lights softened was when he would appear. Sometimes at her desk with a quiet question. Other times, she'd find a message on her phone: Rooftop?It was on the rooftop where the lines blurred dangerously.That Wednesday night, Evelyn stood by the edge, looking out at the city. The cool breeze lifted her hair, but her mind was anything but calm.Alexan

Evelyn didn't speak to Alexander for three days.She showed up, did her work, and stayed invisible which was a skill she had long perfected before she ever caught his attention. She no longer lingered near the executive floor. Her messages were brief, her tone neutral, and her focus absolute. If anyone noticed her withdrawal, they didn't mention it.And Alexander?He let her have the space.But not without watching from a distance.It was Thursday afternoon when the dam finally cracked.She had just finished leading a successful campaign review when her phone buzzed.Boardroom. Ten minutes. Close the door.Her stomach tightened, pulse rising with every step down the hall. When she entered, the room was empty except for him.The door clicked shut behind her."I didn't like how we left things," he said without preamble.Evelyn stayed by the door. "Neither did I. But we can't pretend there aren't consequences.""I'm not pretending."He walked toward her, each step deliberate. "I've built