MY NEW HR IS THE MAN I SLEPT WITH. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Jessica’s POVIt was another busy day. The office was buzzing that morning, papers shuffling, printers running, people moving up and down the corridor like bees. My heels clicked against the tiled floor, sharp and steady, a sound that usually warned people to step out of my way.I didn’t like mornings like this… too crowded, too loud. Everyone pretending to be busy, while half of them had no idea what they were even doing. I sighed, hugging the files close to my chest, when suddenly… Thud.The impact sent a shock through me. Someone had bumped straight into me. My files slipped from my hands and scattered across the floor.“Are you blind…” I started, my voice sharp, ready to cut through the air.But the man bent down quickly, gathering the papers with surprisingly careful hands. His head lifted, and for a moment, I stopped. The words died on my tongue.He wasn’t anyone I recognized from the office… at least not immediately.“My fault, I'm sorry,” he said, his tone casual, smooth, l

Jane’s POVBy the time Daniel dropped me off, the sky had turned dark. The lights from our apartment building glowed warm against the night, a sharp contrast to the heaviness I felt inside. I thanked him quickly, trying to smile before heading upstairs.My chest still carried that weight of everything that happened today. Ben’s actions, his words, his eyes burning into me. It made me want to scream, but the second I opened the door to the flat, I was welcomed in one of the best ways ever. The smell of fried plantain hit me and soft music floated from the living room.Home.“Finally!” Sarah’s voice rang out as she appeared from the kitchen, still holding a plate. “I was about to call the cops. Girl… do you know what time it is?”I dropped my bag on the couch, forcing a tired grin. “Relax, mom. I’m here now.”Hannah poked her head from her room. “We already made space for you in the group dinner plan. You’re not escaping today.”“Group dinner plan?” I asked, raising a brow.Sarah grinn

Jane’s POVHis hand hadn’t left my thigh since the moment he started driving. “Where are we going?” I whispered finally, breaking the silence that had been sitting too heavily between us.Kennedy’s jaw ticked once, his eyes still on the road. “Somewhere safe.”That word made my stomach knot. Safe? From what? From who?“Safe?” I repeated, turning my head to look at him. “Safe from who?”He glanced at me briefly, then looked forward again. “Don’t worry about that now.”“Don’t worry?” I let out a half-laugh. “Kennedy, someone was watching us. How do you expect me to be calm…”“Jane.” His voice cut sharp, a whip against the thick air between us. “I said I’ll handle it.”I stared at him, my words drying up. The rest of the drive was thick with silence, broken only by the hum of the engine.When we finally slowed, I looked up to see a tall, glass-walled building rising above the city.Kennedy pulled into the underground garage, the guard at the gate instantly nodding and waving him throug

Jane’s POVWeeks went by.Slow at first. Then faster.The chaos, the pictures, the threats… all of it began to fade like a bad dream.Kennedy and I kept our distance just like he said. No more sneaking around in the office, no more car park meetings. No more sex. Just short calls, quiet texts at night. His messages were careful. Mine were too.And for the first time in a long time, it felt… calm.I wasn't getting weird notes.I wasn't receiving texts from unknown numbers.No more threats.I started to breathe again. I started to think maybe things were dying down.Even at work, people stopped staring. Stopped asking questions. It was almost normal.Or so I thought..Then, out of nowhere, everything shifted.I felt it first before I even knew why. the way people glanced at me, then looked away quickly. Two girls in the copy room whispered, their eyes sliding to me as I walked past.I tried to brush it off, but it grew. Everywhere I went that morning, I felt it. Murmurs. Quick looks. P

Kennedy's POVThe night felt unusually cold. I stood in front of Mr Shane's mansion. The bright light was shining out of the windows like a beautiful painting from the outside. It looked amazing.I adjusted my tie, breathed in and out but still I wasn't calm. I pressed the doorbell.A guard opened the door immediately. “Good evening, Mr Kennedy. Mr Shane is waiting for you in the dining room.”I walked down the hallway, the sound from my shoe echoing from the floor. The place had a pleasant smell of polished wood and expensive whiskey. My pulse became harder to control with every step I took towards the dining room.Mr Shane was already seated at the end of the long table, perfect composure, like he had been waiting here all night just for me. He wore a dark suit, everything was in place.“Have a seat,” He said, without looking up from his plate.There was no anger in his tone… but it felt heavy. It felt like he was waiting for the right moment to explode.I sat down on the seat oppos