Alle Kapitel von One Hundred Nights with the Black Blindfold: Kapitel 21 – Kapitel 25

It was 5:00 PM, and Chantelle had already completed all her tasks for the day. Seated in her office, she distractedly watched the clock on the wall. Since Mr. Wilkerson had left for his meeting, he still hadn't returned, and since the day had started badly, she didn't dare leave without his permission. She knew that with a man as unpredictable as him, an early departure could backfire.Boredom began to creep in. She had nothing left to do—even the pens were already put away. She grabbed her phone, briefly checked her messages, logged into social media, scrolled through a few posts… before growing tired of it and logging out.It was only around 6:00 PM that Collen finally returned. As soon as she saw him enter his office, she stood up and knocked softly on his door. His dry voice sounded from the other side:— Come in.She pushed the door gently, stood with some restraint, then said in a calm voice:— Sir, I've finished my work. May I go home?Collen didn't even look up at her. He rema

At the end of the day, Chantelle gently closed her laptop, neatly stacked her files in an orderly corner of her office, then grabbed her bag. She let out a small sigh, happy to put an end to this workday.As she opened the door, she came face to face with Collen. He was walking toward her.She gave him a professional, polite but distant smile.— My day is over. See you tomorrow, Mr. Wilkerson.Collen didn't reply. He walked past her, his steps measured but firm.Chantelle noticed he was also heading toward the exit. She didn't want to take the elevator with him, so she deliberately slowed down, distractedly looking at the floor to appear occupied.Collen had already reached the elevator. The metal door was wide open, the indicator lights blinking softly. When she finally arrived, she stopped short, staying outside.— The elevator won't wait for you long, Collen said in a calm tone.It was then that Chantelle understood he was actually waiting for her. She stepped in, clutching her bag

In the living room, Alex was sprawled on his sofa, a glass in hand, looking relaxed. He looked up when he heard her arrive.— Hey, Mégane… It's been a while, you know. I missed you.But she didn't let him finish. Without a word, she walked past him, jaw clenched, and headed straight for the wine cellar. A few seconds later, she emerged with a bottle of alcohol, clutching it as if it were the only thing keeping her upright.Alex sat up, intrigued:— Hey! What's wrong?— What's wrong? You look… shattered.She looked up, her voice broken:— Just let me drink, Alex. Please. I'm not in the mood to talk.He approached slowly, watching her with concern.— Just for a moment, tell me what got you into this state.She let out a joyless, bitter laugh, looking up at him:— Who else… if not that damn Collen?Alex raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms:— Tell me… things didn't go as you wanted?Mégane looked at him for a long moment. She slowly sat down on the chair, her shoulders slightly slumped,