WRONG ROOM のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

The next day felt strangely normal. For the first time in days, Marilyn walked through the revolving doors of Stewart Crown Resorts and headed toward the employee elevators. The familiar lobby, the reception desk, the staff moving around with tablets and folders in hand—it all felt comforting after the emotional chaos of the past week. Her mother's surgery had been successful, and she was recovering. And for the first time in days, Marilyn could finally breathe. The moment she stepped onto her floor, Madison spotted her. The executive secretary immediately abandoned whatever she was doing and marched toward her. "There she is." Marilyn smiled weakly. "Good morning." Madison looked her up and down. "You look terrible." Marilyn laughed. "Good morning to you too." Madison pulled her into a brief hug. The gesture surprised Marilyn. "How's your mother?" "Better." The relief in Marilyn's voice was obvious. "The doctors are happy with her progress." Madison smiled. "Good." For a m

Raymond Stewart received a call from his uncle shortly before noon. He had been in the middle of reviewing the preliminary reports for the new guest retention program when his private phone vibrated on the desk. At first, he ignored it. Very few people had that number, and even fewer used it without reason. But when he glanced at the screen and saw the name William Stewart, he paused. His uncle rarely called during work hours. That alone meant something. Raymond leaned back in his chair and picked up the call. “Uncle.” William Stewart’s deep, calm voice came through the line. “Raymond.” The voice was older now than Raymond remembered from his childhood, but it still carried the same authority. William had always been that kind of man. Calm, firm, and impossible to ignore. After Raymond lost his parents, William had been the closest thing he had to a father. He had never tried to replace anyone, but he had stood where he was needed, and Raymond had never forgotten that. “You sou

Sarah Kensington had never liked Marilyn Oxford. Not from the first day, not from the moment the red-haired woman walked into Stewart Crown Resorts carrying a folder against her chest and looking completely out of place among the polished employees of the executive division. Sarah remembered that day vividly. Most new employees spent their first week trying to fit in. Because she had it that way. It wasn't automatic. But Marilyn was different. She had arrived, worked hard, minded her business, and somehow managed to attract the attention of everyone around her without even trying. That alone annoyed Sarah. Then came the promotion, the transfer, the special assignments, and the meetings with senior executives. And eventually... The CEO. Sarah had watched it all happen from the sidelines. At first, she convinced herself it was a coincidence. Maybe luck, or favoritism. Now? She wasn't so sure. The thought alone irritated her. Especially because every time she looked at Mari

By the end of the workday, Marilyn was exhausted. Not because of the reports, and not because of the endless meetings, certainly not because of Claire's assignments. It was because people were behaving strangely. Several times throughout the day, she had caught employees whispering the moment Sarah Kensington walked past. More than once, she had noticed Joey practically following Sarah around like an excited reporter chasing a celebrity. Even Tyler had looked confused. Something was happening. Marilyn just didn't know what. And honestly? She didn't care enough to investigate. Her life was already complicated enough. Her mother was recovering from brain surgery. She was secretly engaged to her boss. That alone was enough drama for one person. The thought made her sigh. The office floor had gradually emptied as employees headed home. One by one, lights switched off. Voices disappeared. Silence settled. Eventually, Marilyn gathered her files and headed toward Raymond's off

Monday morning arrived with the familiar rhythm of another working week. After a quiet Sunday spent apart, Raymond Stewart found himself preparing for Stewart Crown Resorts with an unfamiliar sense of anticipation. Inside the luxurious penthouse, however, everything remained unusually quiet. Raymond stood alone in the kitchen, dressed in a charcoal-gray pair of trousers and a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled neatly to his forearms. A mug of black coffee rested beside the newspaper spread across the marble island. Normally, mornings looked exactly like this, with coffee, business headlines, emails, silence. Normal routine. But today... Something was different. He found himself reading the same paragraph three times without understanding a single word. Instead, another thought kept returning. Marilyn. Raymond frowned slightly. He folded the newspaper and placed it aside. This was becoming a habit, an unfamiliar one. Lately, almost every quiet moment somehow found its