The Secetary’s Secret Marriage
My mind screamed in panic: If they see the footage… if they see everything… I’ll be ruined… they’ll know… Lucien will know…
His hand on my shoulder was warm, steady, grounding me in the present. “Listen,” he said, his voice low, reassuring. “I’m calling IT. The footage from the last hour—deleted. All of it. Done. No one will see anything.”
I froze. My hands shot up, trembling violently. “No… wait! Please… no, not just the last hour! Please… from… from three days ago!” My voice cracked under the weight of my fear. My tears fell freely now, sliding down my cheeks, soaking the collar of my shirt.
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