Cassandra’s POV
I woke up the next morning to the shrill sound of my phone ringing. Groggily, I fumbled for the device, glancing at the screen to see Nathaniel’s name. My heart skipped a beat as I answered the call.
“Hello?” I said, my voice thick with sleep.
“Cassandra,” Nathaniel’s voice was curt, lacking warmth. “The business trip has been canceled. I’ve already returned to the country. You’ll need to make your way back on your own. Your tickets have been sent to your email. Be sure to catch the next flight.”
I sat up, my mind racing. “What? Why? Is everything okay?”
“Yes,” Nathaniel replied tersely.
“Huh? But I can’t go alone–” I was frozen in my stand when I heard the three beeps.
“He hung up?!”
Stunned, I stared at the phone in my hand. What had happened? Why had Nathaniel left without me? Had I done something wrong again?
The thought consumed me as I checked my email and found the ticket he mentioned.
“How can he just leave me…” I sighed heavily. Not only did I have to deal with my fear of heights again, but I was also left to fend for myself in a foreign city.
Packing my belongings with a heavy heart, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Nathaniel was angry with me. Was it because of the incident with his lenses? Or maybe my mistake with the hotel booking? The uncertainty was overwhelming.
At the airport, I had to deal with a crowd of people who, like me, were running after their flight. I have never felt more alone than ever.
The pit in my stomach grew as I boarded the plane, my anxiety spiking at the thought of flying without any support. I found my seat and sat down, trying to steady my breathing. Next to me, a man with a friendly smile was already settled in.
“Hi, I’m Sebastian,” he said, extending a hand. “Looks like we’ll be travel buddies.”
I managed a weak smile and shook his hand. I never thought I would be making friends at the airport, but he seems nice.
“Cassandra. Nice to meet you.” I said in a soft tone, only enough for him to hear.
As the plane prepared for takeoff, I felt the familiar dread rising. My hands were clammy, and my heart pounded in my chest. The engines roared to life, and I gripped the armrest tightly. Sebastian glanced at me, noticing my distress.
“First time flying?” he asked, his tone gentle.
I shook my head, unable to speak. The plane started to ascend, and I panicked, reaching out and grabbing Sebastian’s hand without thinking.
My nails dug into his skin as I squeezed tightly, my fear overriding any sense that I had.
Sebastian winced but didn’t pull away. Instead, he patted my hand with his free one. “Hey, it’s okay. We’re just taking off. It’ll get smoother soon.”
I tried to focus on his words, but my anxiety was relentless. As the plane leveled off, I finally started to relax, only to realize with horror that I was still clutching Sebastian’s hand. Worse, there were faint blood marks where my nails had dug in.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” I gasped, releasing his hand. “I didn’t mean to—”
Sebastian laughed, waving off my concern. “It’s fine. I’ve had worse. Besides, I could tell you were scared.”
I blushed, feeling incredibly embarrassed. “I just... I have a fear of heights. And flying. Pretty much anything off the ground.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he said, reassuring me with a smile. “I’ve met plenty of people with the same fear. It’s more common than you think.”
“I see…” I tried to hide my face with a scarf wrapped around my neck.
“And maybe next time, you should never fly alone. It is rare to meet people like me, you know?” He seemed proud of it.
I don’t know whether he is bragging about it or he is just trying to use his humor to put me in a steady state. However, one thing's for sure… he is easy to get along with.
And maybe, it wouldn’t be bad talking to him about how frustrated I was with what Nathaniel did.
“I came here with someone. But then, he left me last night so I was forced to go home alone.” I said. “I don’t even know what mistake triggered him to leave, I was left to wonder.”
“Hmm? Does he know you’re afraid of heights?” He asked.
“Yes, kind of.” I could feel my lips slowly pouting from how much I wanted to sulk.
As we chatted, my earlier worries about Nathaniel began to fade. Sebastian had a way of making everything seem less daunting. When the flight attendants came by with drinks and snacks, he never hesitated to get me some tea, saying it would help calm my nerves.
“I appreciate your kindness,” I said sincerely. “I’m sorry again about your hand. I owe you one.”
Sebastian chuckled. “Tell you what, you can make it up to me by treating me to a meal once you get your first paycheck. Deal?”
I smiled, feeling genuinely relieved. “Deal. I promise.”
“Wait for me to get my paycheck from Sinclair Co.” I laughed and paused. “Being a secretary sucks.”
The rest of the flight passed more smoothly than I had anticipated. With Sebastian’s company, I found myself almost forgetting my fear. He told me stories about his travels, making me laugh and distracting me from the turbulence.
As the plane taxied towards the gate, Sebastian and I continued our conversation. He was genuinely interested in my work and life in New York, and I opened up to him more than I had expected.
"So, you're a secretary at Sinclair Co.," Sebastian remarked, his tone curious. "That sounds like a big company. Are you from New York originally?"
I nodded, a smile tugging at my lips. "Yes! I live in Central Park South, courtesy of my boss. It's part of my job package."
Sebastian's eyes widened in surprise. "Central Park South? That's amazing! I live in the same area," he exclaimed, his excitement matching mine. "What a small world!"
I couldn't help but laugh at the coincidence. "It is! What are the odds we would end up sitting next to each other on this flight?”
“Certainly unbelievable…” I can hear the amusement in his tone.
“As for you, where do you work?” I curiously asked. He looked neat and wealthy, I feel he’s working big time.
“Oh well, I work at Nexus Associates.” He said. “It’s not much.”
I don’t know that place… “I see.” I just smiled it off.
“We’ll have to meet up sometime,” Sebastian said with a grin. “Maybe grab a coffee or explore the neighborhood.”
“Definitely,” I agreed eagerly. “And I owe you that meal, remember?”
Sebastian chuckled. “I’m looking forward to it. It’s not everyday you meet someone who lives in the same building.”
As we collected our bags and headed out of the airport together, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of optimism. Despite the uncertainties with Nathaniel and my job, meeting Sebastian felt like a stroke of luck. Maybe things were finally looking up.
We exchanged numbers and said our goodbyes. I was hoping to come with him since we live in the same city, but he told me he needed to go somewhere first.
As I made my way home, I couldn’t help but reflect on how much the trip had changed.
How many emotions have I felt today?
While looking out at the cab’s window, I realized that we were now passing by the huge market of flowers.
For a minute, I had the initial thought…
“Could you please wait for me?” I asked the driver. “I just want to get some flowers first.”
“Ohh? For your boyfriend?” He looked at me with eyes full of malice.
“Sir?!” I panicked as my face blushed hard. “I-I was trying to get some flowers for my b-boss.”
He only laughed at me and stopped his car at a popular flower shop. “Hurry on, your boss might be waiting.” He emphasized the word boss.
I slammed the door shut and marched inside, feeling embarrassed.
What was I thinking…
Is it an apology flower or am I getting confused with my feelings now?
Cassandra’s POVI stood outside Nathaniel’s office, holding a bouquet of carefully chosen flowers. They were a peace offering, a gesture of apology amidst the tensions and misunderstandings that had plagued us recently. I am not sure whether he would like it or eventually despise me more. However… When I thought of him during that drive, what would I lose?I hid the bouquet behind me, hoping it would surprise him. This way, if he ever got angry just by my presence, I could easily leave and not fuel the fire anymore. With a deep breath, I knocked on the door. In my mind, there were so many thoughts fighting with each other. It was like I was entering a lion’s den and would very much prefer to carry protective armor with me. Uhh… why is apologizing so hard? “Come in,” Nathaniel’s voice called from within.Pushing the door open slowly, I stepped into the spacious, impeccably decorated office. Nathaniel was seated at his desk, engrossed in a stack of papers. He looked up as I entered
Nathaniel Sinclair’s POVI stood at the window of my office, gazing out at the city skyline bathed in the soft glow of dusk. Inside, Cassandra lay on the couch, her chest rising and falling with each peaceful breath.She looked… beautiful when she was fast asleep. When her eyes were closed and her long lashes were visible on her bare face. I completely underestimated her. The truth is, I hired her because I wanted to bring a stupid playtime in my workforce whose life I can make miserable. I only took interest in her because she’s clumsy, poor, and apologetic about everything. I never once thought she’d be smart enough to save me when I could have died a while ago. And on top of that… offering me flowers as an apology? Pathetic. But looking at it now… she might be the only person I can tolerate. When I am with her, it’s hard to keep my professional distance and give her a hard time. What is so special about this woman that I cannot do anything bad to her? What is it with her that I
I couldn’t even lie about not enjoying that night. The way his hands were as delicate as the wind… while he caressed me and made me feel loved and treasured in ways I could never anticipate, I do not know what to do anymore.The memory of his touch lingered on my skin, a phantom sensation that both comforted and terrified me. His fingers had traced patterns of tenderness, each stroke full of intimacy that I had never known before. I felt cherished in those moments, his gentle touch deliberately defying the harsh reality I often faced at work. It was as if the barriers between us had melted away, leaving only raw, unfiltered emotion in their wake.But now, as I lay next to him, the early morning light filtering through the curtains, fear gripped my heart. Waking up beside him, seeing Nathaniel's peaceful, sleeping form so close to mine… How could I possibly predict what was about to unfold? My mind raced with questions, each one more urgent than the last. What would this mean for us
"Could you please stop clicking your pen?"Kate’s whisper barely broke the silence that enveloped the office, her voice tinged with a hint of exasperation. Her polite plea is nothing against the grating sound of my pen's incessant clicking, clearly showing my restless nerves. Sitting idly with no tasks from Nathaniel, an unsettling unease lingered in the air, leaving me with nothing but the repetitive tap of the pen for company.The unusual absence of instructions from Nathaniel had raised eyebrows among my colleagues, who were accustomed to his unrelenting stream of orders, no matter how trivial. My own confusion mirrored theirs, amplifying the sense of unease that had settled over the office. I can feel what they are all feeling... all because I have experienced those before.In a moment of uncertainty, I turned to Kate for reassurance, my voice was full of emotions that churned inside me. "Do you think he holds a grudge against me?" I asked, my words quivering with the weight of u
I couldn’t even lie about not enjoying that night. The way his hands were as delicate as the wind… while he caressed me and made me feel loved and treasured in ways I could never anticipate, I do not know what to do anymore.The memory of his touch lingered on my skin, a phantom sensation that both comforted and terrified me. His fingers had traced patterns of tenderness, each stroke full of intimacy that I had never known before. I felt cherished in those moments, his gentle touch deliberately defying the harsh reality I often faced at work. It was as if the barriers between us had melted away, leaving only raw, unfiltered emotion in their wake.But now, as I lay next to him, the early morning light filtering through the curtains, fear gripped my heart. Waking up beside him, seeing Nathaniel's peaceful, sleeping form so close to mine… How could I possibly predict what was about to unfold? My mind raced with questions, each one more urgent than the last. What would this mean for us
"Could you please stop clicking your pen?"Kate’s whisper barely broke the silence that enveloped the office, her voice tinged with a hint of exasperation. Her polite plea is nothing against the grating sound of my pen's incessant clicking, clearly showing my restless nerves. Sitting idly with no tasks from Nathaniel, an unsettling unease lingered in the air, leaving me with nothing but the repetitive tap of the pen for company.The unusual absence of instructions from Nathaniel had raised eyebrows among my colleagues, who were accustomed to his unrelenting stream of orders, no matter how trivial. My own confusion mirrored theirs, amplifying the sense of unease that had settled over the office. I can feel what they are all feeling... all because I have experienced those before.In a moment of uncertainty, I turned to Kate for reassurance, my voice was full of emotions that churned inside me. "Do you think he holds a grudge against me?" I asked, my words quivering with the weight of u
“We should order.” Killian said. He was seated in front of me and we chose the nearest restaurant so it would be easier to go back. I was actually glad that Nathaniel did not dragged the conversation we had further. He immediately let me go as soon as I said that I am going to eat some meal with Killian instead of spending my lunch with him. I thought he’d be so mad and would make my life more difficult again by ordering me with so many useless othings. I thought he’d have me fetch some water again but hopefully, he just went silent which gave me the reason to dash out his door. He did not held my hands nor hold me back with just one word again. However, deep inside, despite being glad, I am feeling guilty. Am I too bad now? My feelings are contradicting with one another. I am glad but then again, I am not. It felt ridiculous how I am so confused with emotions that should have been clear in the first place. ‘Hey.” Killian flicked my forehead which brought me back to reality. “Ouc
I looked at Sebastian, who was standing in front of me, stealing glances from the man sitting in front of me. I knew that this might come off as something he did not expect or see coming. I also felt guilty knowing I had promised him a meal when we arrived. The fact that I still haven’t fulfilled that says so much about me. “Sebastian, I did not expect to see you here,” I whispered in the air as I fixed myself. I rose from my seat and made sure I would be on the same level as him. “I did not expect to see you here either. Is he… your boss? The one who left you in the airplane?” He curiously asked. “What? No.” I laughed. “This is hmm… Killian Luther. He is one of my boss’s stockholders.” I introduced him.“Hi, it was nice meeting you.” Killian stood up and offered his hands for a handshake. He seemed nice and cool about it and was extremely friendly. I could not describe what I am feeling seeing these two men shaking their hands as if they came here to meet for business purposes.
Cassandra’s POV“Who did you come with tonight?” Killian’s voice cut through the tension, his tone light but his words sharp enough to provoke. “Have you finally found yourself someone worth bringing to an event, or are you… lonely?”The corner of Killian’s mouth twitched, hinting at an inside joke I wasn’t privy to. From the way Nathaniel’s lips curled into a smirk, it was clear this wasn’t their first verbal sparring match.Nathaniel chuckled, a low sound that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Lonely? Hardly.” He lifted his glass lazily, taking a sip as his eyes flicked to me, lingering just a second too long. “But no, I didn’t come with anyone. I can’t seem to find someone who compares to the beauty of the woman you brought tonight. Quite the catch, isn’t she?”His gaze felt like a spotlight, making my skin prickle uncomfortably. I gripped Killian’s hand tighter, hoping he didn’t notice.“Is that so?” Killian replied smoothly, a teasing edge in his voice. “Well, don’t worry. You’ll gro
Cassandra’s POVEveryone… they were all so foreign to me. Their polished appearances, the way they moved and spoke—it all screamed wealth and status. It wasn’t just the designer clothing or the champagne glasses they held; it was in the way they carried themselves, as though they owned the world. I felt like a misplaced puzzle piece, too dull to fit into their gilded picture.The way they toasted champagne and seamlessly discussed mergers and investments left me in a haze of inadequacy. What could I possibly contribute to this? That I was a secretary for the biggest company in New York City, and their son—Killian—was out of his mind for dragging me into this?I glanced at him as he walked confidently beside me, his every move exuding a natural charisma that seemed to command respect from everyone around us. He greeted people effortlessly, exchanging names and smiles with men in tailored suits and women adorned in glittering jewelry. I didn’t recognize a single face. These weren’t peop
Cassandra’s POVI stared at the words for a moment, my pulse quickening. I felt a strange mix of nerves and excitement stir in my chest.I took a deep breath and gave myself one last glance in the mirror. “You’ve got this,” I whispered to myself. No matter what happened tonight, I was ready.I made my way down the stairs, my heart pounding as I approached the door. But when I saw him standing there, my steps faltered for a moment. Killian looked nothing like the man I was used to. He was wearing a perfectly tailored business coat, and his presence seemed to demand attention. His charisma radiated off him, stronger than I had ever felt before. It was as if he had stepped into a whole new version of himself, one I hadn’t seen until now.He turned toward me, his eyes locking onto mine. “God, you look as beautiful as ever,” he murmured, his voice low, filled with admiration. I felt a warmth spread through me at his words, but it was more than just a compliment—it felt genuine, like he tru
Cassandra’s POV“Did you see the dress I bought you?” Killian’s deep, composed voice came through the phone, laced with a touch of anticipation. “I had it sent over by the maids earlier.”I glanced at the dress draped across my bed, its shimmering fabric catching the light. Still wrapped in my bathrobe, I hesitated, my fingers lightly brushing the intricate details of the gown. It was breathtaking—sleek and elegant, with crisscross straps that dipped daringly low in the back. The kind of dress that belonged in glamorous magazines or on red carpets, not in my modest world.“Yes, I see it,” I replied softly, biting my lip.“And?” he prompted.“It’s… stunning,” I admitted, my voice trailing off. “But do I really have to wear something like this? I’ve never worn anything so beautiful before. Honestly, I’m scared I won’t do it justice.”A short pause lingered on the other end of the line before he responded, his tone firmer now. “Of course you should wear it. I chose it for you, Cassandra,
Cassandra’s POV“Is this final?” one of the stakeholders asked, disbelief etched across his face. “You’re giving up your shares just like that? It’s not every day someone walks away from such a lucrative position.”Killian chuckled, his voice laced with ease, though I could sense the deeper intention behind his words. “Yes, it’s final. I’ve decided it’s time to focus entirely on my hospitals. I’ve enjoyed my time here, but personal priorities come first.” He leaned back slightly, his casual demeanor diffusing some of the tension in the room. “Besides, I’m sure whoever takes my place will find it just as rewarding.”The room erupted into laughter at his lighthearted tone, but I couldn’t shake the unease building inside me. Was he really doing this for himself, or... for me?A man seated across the table leaned forward, his eyes narrowing slightly. “If that’s the case, Nathaniel, I’d like to discuss the terms with you later. I may be interested in purchasing those shares.”Nathaniel gav
Cassandra’s POVShouldn’t I be mad? Maybe I should just block his number and end this madness. My phone wouldn’t stop ringing—it had been going off for three hours straight. Three. Hours.“This is so frustrating!” I muttered, pacing back and forth.Kate, sitting across the small break corner we’d claimed as our own, raised her voice, her tone laced with impatience. “Just answer it, girl!”I turned to face her, my phone still vibrating in my hand. “No way! I told you, I’m not breaking up with him just because of some stupid company rule, but that doesn’t mean I want to talk to him right now!”Kate threw her hands in the air dramatically. “So let me get this straight. You’ve decided to defy the almighty boss and keep seeing Killian, but now you’re ignoring him? Make it make sense, Cassie!”I groaned, throwing myself into the chair next to her. “It’s not that simple! If I answer, he’s just going to tease me, and I’ll lose my mind. I can’t deal with that right now.”Kate leaned in, her cu
As I returned to my desk, I caught Kate stealing glances at me, her curiosity practically radiating from across the room. The moment I sat down, she leaned closer, her eyes narrowing as if she could extract the truth by sheer willpower.“So?” she asked, barely able to contain herself. “Did you finally fact-check if those rumors about you and Mr. Killian have any merit?” I froze for a moment, then sighed. Of course, she wouldn’t hold back. Kate was relentless when it came to office gossip. John, sitting a few desks away, swiveled his chair around to face me. His expression was calm, but his raised eyebrow betrayed his interest. They hadn’t even pretended to work while I was gone. Clearly, they’d been waiting for me to return with something juicy to share. “Well,” I began, keeping my tone neutral, “apparently, the boss just wanted to have some tea and figured he needed me to pour it for him. That’s all. Nothing much happened.” Kate’s face immediately fell into an exaggerated pou
Cassandra’s POV“So…” Nathaniel’s voice lingered in the air, laced with a mockery that made my skin crawl. “Did you like my new rules? Are they everything you’ve ever wanted?” He asked, his lips curling into a faint smirk.I sat stiffly on the couch in his office, feeling like I was being forced to participate in a game I didn’t sign up for. He’d summoned me here under the pretense of a casual tea, but everyone in the office knew there was nothing casual about Nathaniel Sinclair. Especially not when it came to me.Ms. Clarinet had practically shoved me out of my chair, whispering, “You don’t have a choice,” after Nathaniel made his announcement over the office speakers. Now, here I was, stuck across from him, his eyes piercing through me as though he could see every thought I was trying to bury.The silence between us was unbearable, broken only by the soft clink of porcelain as I reluctantly poured tea into his empty cup. He watched me with an almost predatory interest, his gaze stea
Cassandra’s POV“I believe,” he said, his voice low but steady, “that prohibiting any form of romantic relationship at Sinclair Co. is the best course of action. No one will be allowed to have a girlfriend or boyfriend here—except those who are already married.” He let that sink in, the weight of his words heavy in the air. “The reason for this is simple—some of you are losing focus on your work, and I find such relationships to be nothing more than distractions.”I blinked, the world around me suddenly feeling like it was closing in. He was looking at me as he said those words. His eyes met mine, cold and calculating, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. Was he directing this rule at me? Had he really gone so far as to make a public decree because of my situation?I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the heat that rose to my cheeks, the way my pulse quickened in my throat. Was he calling me out in front of everyone? I knew my relationship with Killian was becoming more noticeable, but