SOFIANight had already swallowed the city, leaving the streets below glowing with quiet lights. I sat on my sofa, still in my work clothes, one heel kicked off, the other dangling from my foot. The silence in my apartment felt good, familiar. It gave space for my thoughts to breathe, to replay everything that had happened these last two days.I thought about Sarah’s face when she couldn’t open that office file yesterday. The tiny crack in her confidence, that hint of frustration she tried to hide. It played over in my mind like a sweet replay, and I smiled to myself. Then the coffee incident today. I almost laughed out loud remembering how she tried to hold her calm when it spilled. Everyone saw it. Everyone saw me “helping” her clean it up. Perfect timing, perfect performance.And Marco. He didn’t say a word against me. He just stood there, calm as ever, that look on his face that never gives away too much. But silence can say plenty, and I knew what his meant. He was watching, weig
SARAHThe alarm went off before the sun came up, but I was already awake. My mind had been restless all night, replaying Sofia’s message over and over again. “Let’s see if you’ve learned something.” Her words had burned into my head. I wasn’t going to give her another win.I got out of bed quietly and walked to the mirror. My eyes looked tired but focused. I took my time getting dressed—black skirt, cream blouse, hair tied neatly. I wanted to look composed, unbothered.Marco walked in while I was fastening my earrings. He leaned against the doorframe, half-smiling. “You look like you’re about to face a firing squad,” he said, amused.I glanced at him through the mirror. “Maybe I am.”He walked closer and wrapped his arms around me from behind. “You’re too tense, Sarah. It’s just work.”I shook my head lightly. “It’s not work I’m worried about. It’s her.”He chuckled. “Sofia?”“Yes. She sent me a message last night. Said I’ll be handling the whole morning prep alone. Like it’s a test.”
SARAHMy fingers hovered above the keyboard as the clock on my screen ticked closer to nine. The merger conference was due to start any minute, and I still had no idea what Mr. Ricci was talking about. The entire office buzzed with tension, papers rustling, footsteps echoing down the hall. Everyone seemed to know what they were doing except me.Mr. Ricci came back, this time with two other managers at his side. Their suits were crisp, their expressions impatient. He stopped right in front of my desk, his tone firm but still polite enough to sting. “Mrs. De Luca, the link—where is it?”I blinked at him, trying to look composed. “I’m sorry… what link exactly?”He frowned, exchanging a look with the man beside him. “The client access code. The one Sofia always activated before board meetings. We can’t start without it. Didn’t she tell you?”My heart pounded in my chest. I searched the computer screen as if the answer might suddenly appear there. “She didn’t—”Before I could finish, a voi
SARAHI woke up before the alarm, staring at the ceiling for a few seconds before turning toward Marco’s side of the bed. He wasn’t there, but I could hear the faint sound of hangers moving in the closet. My stomach tightened, part nerves, part excitement. My first official week as his secretary.I got up, pulling the sheets together before walking into the closet. He was already half dressed, buttoning his shirt, his watch glinting under the light. For a moment, I just stood there, watching him. Calm, controlled, sharp. The man who made half the city bow when he walked in.He noticed me in the mirror. “Morning,” he said, his voice low.“Morning.” I smiled, stepping closer. “You’re dressed already?”“I have an early call.” He turned, picking a tie from the rack. “You should get ready too. I want us to leave together.”I took the tie from his hand, brushing my thumb over the silk. “You look like you own the world.”His mouth curved. “I do. Now you’re part of it.”I laughed softly, fixi
**********THIRD PERSONIt was late evening, the house quiet enough that the faint ticking of the clock filled the air. Maddalena sat in the lounge, one leg crossed over the other, a half-full glass of red wine resting on the table. The lights were low as she had been sitting there for almost an hour, not because she was restless, but because she was waiting. She always knew when the call would come. It was only a matter of time.When the phone finally rang, she didn’t jump. She reached for it calmly, her eyes on the darkened window as she answered.“Cara mia,” she said softly.The voice on the other end was cold and sharp. “You took your time calling, Maddalena.”She smiled faintly, not out of amusement, but habit. “I was waiting for you. I didn’t want to disturb.”“Disturb?” The woman’s tone cut through the calm. “What disturbs me is silence. Things have been too quiet lately. That girl, Sofia—she’s done absolutely nothing.”Maddalena leaned back in her chair, her wine untouched. “W
SOFIAThe office was almost empty. Everyone had gone home hours ago. Only the faint hum of the air conditioning and the buzz from my desk lamp filled the silence. The room looked cold under the dim light, papers scattered across my desk, a reminder of the day I had just endured.Marco had left with her. SARAH.I could still hear her voice from earlier, soft, polite, pretending to be professional. “Marco and I will be heading out to dinner to celebrate the first day. I trust you’ll take care of the remaining work.”The way she said it, calm and steady, like I was some assistant beneath her. She spoke to me like she was doing me a favor, like she belonged here more than I did. I could almost see the smug little smile on her face when she hung up the phone.I clenched my jaw, staring at the glass wall that reflected the empty office. My reflection looked unfamiliar, my eyes darker than usual. I felt humiliated.Marco hired her. Out of everyone he could have picked, he brought his wife in