All Chapters of His Sassy Secretary: Lia’s Revenge: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Ophelia’s POV The clicking of my heels against the polished floor echoed in the quiet hallway as I walked toward Aaron’s office. It was late in the afternoon, and the office building was quieter than usual. Most of the staff had gone home for the day, but I knew Aaron wouldn’t leave until his work was done, regardless of the hour. I had gotten used to this routine, though every day felt like I was walking on eggshells. Aaron’s mood was unpredictable, and I had learned to brace myself for whatever harsh tone or order might come next. But even in his cold, calculating demeanor, there was a strange sense of reliance on me now. Not that he would ever admit it aloud. As I entered his office, he was seated behind his massive desk, papers scattered in front of him. He looked like a man who hadn’t slept in days, his sharp jawline tense, his eyes bloodshot from too many late nights. Yet there was still an undeniable aura of authority around him, something magnetic that made everyone who st

Aaron’s POV I glanced over the reports on my desk, my mind running at full speed, analyzing every detail, and calculating every move. Donovan Corporation was growing, but not fast enough for my liking. It was never enough. As always, I pushed for more, demanding better, faster, and more efficient outcomes from everyone who worked under me. Ophelia stood by my office door, her presence a subtle, almost imperceptible distraction. I had come to rely on her efficiency, even if she wasn’t what I had originally envisioned when hiring her. She was competent, sharp, and had an aura of determination that, whether she realized it or not, impressed me. But I wasn’t about to let her know that. She was just an assistant—nothing more. “Mr. Donovan,” she said, her voice steady as she entered the room, clutching a file in her hands. “The board meeting is in thirty minutes. The documents you requested have been compiled.” I glanced up from the paperwork and met her gaze. There was something in he

Aaron’s POV The office was quiet, save for the soft hum of the city below filtering through the glass walls. Late evenings were when I felt most productive. The interruptions were minimal, and I could focus on the real work—the work that kept Donovan Corporation leagues ahead of everyone else. Still, my thoughts wandered. Ophelia Lewis. She’d managed to burrow her way into the corners of my mind like an uninvited guest who refused to leave. She was competent—more than competent. But there was something else about her that kept pulling at my attention, something I couldn’t quite define. I tapped my pen against the desk, staring at the report she’d delivered earlier. Flawless, as I’d expected. Yet, the conversation we’d had lingered more than it should have. “Not everyone is your enemy.” Her words played over and over in my head. Naïve, I’d thought at the time. But there was a conviction in her voice, one that made me pause. Not because I agreed with her, but because it reminded m

Ophelia’s POV The morning started like any other. I arrived at Donovan Corporation precisely fifteen minutes before the official start of the workday, armed with a stack of documents and a cup of coffee I barely had the energy to finish. The receptionist offered me a tight-lipped smile, which I returned before stepping into the elevator. Aaron Donovan—Mr. Donovan, I reminded myself—was already in his office. I could tell by the way his shadow moved across the frosted glass. Even when I arrived early, he was always earlier, his dedication unmatched and, frankly, exhausting. Walking into his office was like stepping into a war zone. Papers cluttered the desk, his phone buzzed incessantly, and there was a tension in the air that seemed to hum whenever he was deep in thought. He sat at his desk, his jaw set in a way that told me the day had already thrown him a curveball. “Good morning, Mr. Donovan,” I greeted, setting the coffee on his desk and organizing the papers without waiting

Ophelia’s POV My life had become a juggling act of maintaining my composure under Aaron Donovan’s demanding scrutiny while trying to keep my motives concealed. Every day brought a new challenge, and every moment tested my resolve. Today was no different. As I stepped into the office, the atmosphere was already tense. Aaron’s schedule was packed with high-stakes meetings, and it was my job to make sure everything ran smoothly. The familiar scent of his cologne hung in the air as I approached his office, balancing two steaming cups of coffee on a tray. “Miss Lewis,” Aaron’s voice called from behind his desk before I could knock. He never missed an opportunity to remind me that he knew every move I made, even when I thought I was invisible.“You’re late.” He spilled out.“It’s 8:59,” I replied, setting his coffee on the desk. “Your meeting starts at nine sharp. I wouldn’t call that late.” He raised an eyebrow, taking a deliberate sip of his coffee. “Punctuality isn’t just about tim