SECOND SIN のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Immediately Nathan rounded the corner, he crouched down fast, his back pressing against the rough brick wall as his chest rose and fell in sharp, uneven bursts. He pressed one hand to his sternum, trying to force his breathing to slow, to make sense of the frantic pounding inside. What had just happened? Noah had let him walk away. He didn't grab him, he didn't shout at him, no flash of the old anger. He hadn’t even reacted when the curse words spilled out—words Nathan had never dared use in front of him before. The lack of reaction felt worse than any outburst ever could.Was this some new kind of rage bait? A slow pull on the line until Nathan tripped into the trap himself? Or worse—was Noah waiting for the right moment to bring up the money? The cash he’d taken that night six years ago, the bribe that had burned in his pocket like stolen fire while he ran with Annabelle to the train station. Nathan had spent years convincing himself Noah had forgotten, or that the amount was no

Noah stormed down the hallway toward his office, his shoulders tense, jaw clenched so tight it ached. His secretary, Elena, stood waiting by the door, holding a tablet in hand, her expression a mix of concern and hesitation. She had been there for at least twenty minutes, clearly needing something from him.“Mr. Grayson, I just needed to—” she started, stepping forward slightly.He didn’t slow down. He brushed past her without a glance, his body rigid and cold, the air around him heavy with unspoken frustration. The door slammed shut behind him with a sharp bang that echoed through the corridor.Inside, he crossed the room in three long strides and collapsed into his rolling chair. It creaked under his weight as he leaned back, eyes squeezed shut for a second. He grabbed a pen from the desk and jammed it into his hair, scratching roughly at his scalp as if the motion could somehow untangle the mess in his head. Nothing made sense anymore. Nothing.It had only been one day—one single

Nathan stared at the figure filling the doorway, his chest rising and falling too fast. His lungs burned from the sudden collision, from the adrenaline, from everything.“Are you okay?” Noah asked, his voice softer than Nathan expected. Real concern flickered across his face as he noticed how hard Nathan had stumbled back. He even took half a step forward, his hand lifting like he might steady him, then dropped again when Nathan flinched.Nathan let out a sharp, humorless scoff. He pushed off the wall he’d braced against, putting another deliberate step between them. His frown deepened, arms crossing tight over his chest like armor.“What are you doing here?”Noah exhaled through his nose, his shoulders dropping a fraction. He lifted both hands in a slow, almost tired gesture—like someone trying to calm a spooked animal. “Urm… I came to see you.” He swallowed visibly, Adam’s apple bobbing. “That’s it.”“Came to see me for what?” Nathan’s voice climbed higher despite himself, cracking

Thursday Morning – Dynamic Group Headquarters.The conference room on the 18th floor was already thick with quiet anticipation by 8:45 a.m. Chairs scraped softly as people adjusted themselves one last time. Files lay open on the long glass table, while laptops glowed with last-minute notes. A few hushed conversations floated and it's mostly about weekend plans or traffic—but the moment the intercom crackled with “The CEO has arrived,” every voice died instantly.Noah stepped through the double doors exactly at 9:00.He wore a charcoal suit today, crisp white shirt underneath, no tie—open collar giving him a slightly less formal edge. Dark grey-tinted glasses sat low on his nose, shielding his eyes from the bright overhead lights. His stride was measured, his shoulders square, the kind of presence that made the room feel smaller without him saying a word.He scanned the faces as he walked to the podium. As he searched through the table's.Nathan wasn’t there.A small, involuntary brea

Nathan tried to bury himself in spreadsheets for the rest of the afternoon, fingers moving mechanically across the keyboard, but his mind refused to settle. The silence from his inbox felt louder than any of the earlier pings. No new emails. No follow-ups. Nothing. And that quiet unnerved him more than the barrage ever had.Had Noah already received the apology letter? Was George smirking somewhere right now, watching the CEO read Nathan’s careful, humiliating words? If Noah accepted it, maybe the whole thing would just fade—another minor incident swept under the rug. If he rejected it… Nathan’s stomach twisted. One signature, one quiet note to HR, and his job could vanish overnight. He’d be back to scanning job boards at 2 a.m., explaining gaps in employment, explaining himself all over again.He couldn’t text back now. Not after ignoring every single message all day. Replying this late would scream desperation, and he refused to give Noah that satisfaction.Toward evening, j