Forgive Me, Mr. CEO의 모든 챕터: 챕터 31 - 챕터 38

Melanie's POV "That's enough!" Damian's voice cutting through the room. The older man straightened in his chair, his expression changing immediately. “Mr. Sinclair, I was merely—” he started, but Damian lifted one hand slightly, stopping him before he could finish.“I heard what you were doing,” Damian said. The man opened his mouth again, clearly wanting to explain himself, but Damian continued before he could get another word out. “Ms. Reyes may be my assistant, but I was the one who asked her to stand here.” He paused, his gaze moving briefly toward me before returning to the man. “So unless you believe I've suddenly forgotten how to choose the people allowed in my boardroom, I suggest you stop questioning her presence.”The man's face tightened, and he immediately lowered his gaze. “Of course not, sir. That's not what I meant,” he replied, his earlier confidence disappearing as he realized he had pushed too far.“Good,” Damian said, leaning forward slightly and resting his forea

Melanie’s POV No! No, this couldn't be happening! I'd fucking dreamed of owning this ever since I was in high school, but there had been no one to ask, and I couldn't even think of getting it with the little money I had. So, owning this right now? It fucking felt surreal. I stared at the box in my hands for a few seconds, almost afraid to believe that it was actually mine, because things like this had always been one of those little dreams I kept to myself, something I could admire whenever I saw someone else using one but never something I genuinely believed I would own anytime soon. I glanced at Damian, half expecting him to suddenly laugh and tell me it was a prank, but he wasn't even looking at me. His gaze was fixed on his computer, his fingers moving across the keyboard as though he hadn't just handed me something I'd wanted for years. “Like… are you being serious?” I asked, as I looked between him and the box, unable to stop the smile spreading across my face.

Melanie’s POVBy the time I left my work floor, I had made a decision I was fully prepared to honour for the rest of my life: I was never going to argue with Damian Sinclair again. I would be the most professional assistant that company had ever seen, the kind who smiled politely, completed assignments on time, and didn’t entertain unnecessary conversations with her boss, especially when that boss seemed determined to ensure she died of embarrassment before her first month was over.If he told me to rearrange his schedule, I would rearrange it. If he changed his mind five minutes later, I would do it again. If he decided a Tuesday meeting should suddenly happen on Sunday at three in the morning, I would ask whether he wanted coffee or an entire coffin, because at that point, I would need one. However, I would not argue with him again. I repeated this promise as I entered the elevator, holding my new iPad against my chest like a mother protecting her newborn, before dipping it in my t

Damian’s POV “Doctor, are you sure about what you're saying?” I asked, sitting up on the examination bed as I buttoned my shirt.“Yes, I'm a hundred percent sure, Mr. Sinclair. I checked properly, and your results aren't showing that you have arrhythmia,” he replied, adjusting the papers on his desk before looking at me again. “Your results are reassuring, although that doesn't necessarily mean we've identified the cause of the symptoms you've been experiencing.”“But my heart has been beating really fast these past few days. Not all the time, but once in a while,” I explained, frowning as I tried to remember exactly when the episodes had started. It wasn't something that happened every day, and the sensation usually disappeared after a while, but the fact that it kept happening without an obvious reason was beginning to bother me.The doctor adjusted his glasses and glanced at the report again, apparently considering his next question before looking up at me. “Have you been under an