My Secretary Is The Mistress
The security team stood positioned near the gates, three black vehicles waiting in formation, the entire scene arranged with the practiced anonymity of a perfectly ordinary executive departure.
Nothing that would draw a second look.
No one watching would have guessed that the woman stepping into the second vehicle beside the CEO had spent the night curled against his chest, wrapped in his shirt, listening to him say things he hadn't said to anyone in years.
To anyone watching from outside the gates, she was simply his secretary. Following him to work, exactly as she had every weekday morning for months.
And that, for now, was precisely how Cole intended to keep it.
Inside the car, Helen glan
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