Mysterious Secretary✔

Chapter VIII

A week later, Scarlett was wondering if that night and Chris's advances hadn't been a dream. Since then, she'd made no effort to meet her after hours.

She watched him whenever she could, trying to understand her boss's change in behavior and ignoring the fantasies that populated his thoughts.

It was much better this way, at a distance; perhaps Chris had regretted their involvement.

But that coldness slowly became irritating. What was she afraid of? Either way, she wouldn't be the one to crave the slightest bit of attention.

– Is the boss in a good mood? Scarlett looked up from the report to find Sebastian, in front of her desk.

- At least until now...

The phone rang just as Sebastian walked into C.E.'s office.

- Mommy?

– Michel!

– It's Christian, I'm at school.

Anxious, she asked if her son was okay, if she wanted to go home and a dozen other things that showed her distress.

- It's all right. The director went to call grandpa, but I wanted to talk to you while they're talking.

– I get it, you wanted to talk to me before grandpa did. What happened?

– I hurt my hand. - She protested. Christian, making her feel ashamed of her suspicions.

- Oh dear...

Proud, the son described a great triumph to him: in the dispute with Daniel, a friend who also did karate, his hand had hit his friend's face, causing bleeding.

– Did your hand bleed?

– No, Maman, Danny's nose! The blood looked almost, for real, like on television!

– Oh, Christian!

Still nervous, Scarlett supported her head with her hands, not noticing that the communication door between the two rooms was ajar.

– It's all right, Mom, but the director thought I'd better go home; Katherine also goes to her house. How silly girls are; she wouldn't stop screaming, just because a little blood dripped onto her shoe!

– Oh, Christian!

– I need to hang up now, I love you, maman.

– I love you too, honey.

She found two pairs of eyes staring at her, full of curiosity. She blushed, but soon picked up a piece of paper and began to write, trying to hide her embarrassment.

Sebastian had already left when Scarlett risked a glance at Chris. He had his hands in his pants pockets and he didn't move. Scarlett recognized the aggressive expression and tension on his face. Why the accusing look after he'd ignored her for a week?

– Take note of a statement, Ms. Johansson: "To all employees: Management prohibits personal phone calls during work hours."

Christopher smiled, as if he'd won a battle.

– Scarlett, now that I have your attention, who is the lucky one? - He approached her, resting his hands on the table.

– Someone I love.

– That I understood very well. There seem to be many men in your life. Christian... maybe he's your brother, or your father, maybe a distant cousin...

Her blue eyes demanded an answer. Chris showed his white teeth, but his smile this time seemed far away; he was more the hunter ready to face the prey.