𝐼𝑛𝑘 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡

Chapter 3: Silent Screams

Let's just say a lot goes down here...oh and a time skip to a month after the last chapter took place.

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Okay okay, I know this isn't professional but, I can't seem to break these moments I've been having with him. At first, it was just having deep conversations as we made jokes about things we had in common. That soon took a turn though and at one point...let's just say we graduated from the talking stage and went right to the next one.

Kissing him felt so wrong but, felt so right? I mean he is my assistant and if you leave two lonely 24 year olds that may be attracted to each other in a private room for hours..there might be some moments where we act like the people right outside aren't there and that we are in our own world. Being able to talk with Jd everyday really made me get to know him in a way that made me deeply care for him. Along with deeply caring for him though, I also found him extremely charming and when he comforted me that one day a few days ago I just kind of said fuck it and took my shot. Thankfully, he felt the same way.

Ever since then, we've been having our moments. Our secret moments. It's exhilarating to be with him and even though our love is a private matter, it's one that we are fine with keeping under lock and key as long as we are able to stick together.

All good things must come to an end though as Heather C lately has been yelling at my ass for everything. Hell, she even decided one day to throw my fucking glass mug against the wall.

I've been doing everything right and working on all she needs. I don't understand why she suddenly has become more of a mythic bitch than she already is.

Oh, and if that wasn't concerning enough, Jd has been getting more angry at the demon queen of this office as the days go on. I can tell by the way he stares at her or the small movements he makes when she is screaming at me.

Also, he's been taking more "breaks". He'll go out or walk around the office. It almost feels like he is mapping out the place but why would he want to do that? I mean it's not like he needs to know the whole office for the tasks he has to do.

Strange is what the behavior is yet, I've been shaking it off due to me thoroughly enjoying his company.

I wonder though...what is going on inside that head of his.

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Towards the end of the day, Heather decided to have a meeting to talk about new products that our company will be releasing. I grabbed my notepad and trusty blue pen before stretching quickly.

"You ready?"

I gave Jd a nod and we walked out of my office area as we headed to the conference room.

He looked down at me and gave me a smile to help reassure me. I told him earlier I was a bit nervous so seeing that small gesture sent a wave of calm through me.

"And here we are Ms.Veronica." He says in his stupid fancy accent as he holds open the door for me.

"Thank you sir." I say with a grin as I take a seat towards the front where Heather usually likes me. She says she wants me to be able to hear everything so that I don't fuck anything up.

The room is cold as I observe Jd take position in the corner of the room like most assistants do at these meetings. He gives me a small wink and at that I open my notebook as blush covers my face.

"Okay listen up! As some of you might know we are going to be selling two new products soon and I want you to be well aware of them and all the aspects that come with them. Now the first product is.."

I scribbled down the products and their aspects diligently until my hand was starting to cramp. So, I took a small break but, little did I know, that would be a mistake.

I heard her heel tapping near me as the room went quiet.

"So, shall we continue or will we all sit here waiting for your ass to pick up that right hand of yours and get back to writing!"

My body froze a little and I felt all the eyes that were currently lying on me bore into my skin.

"I'm sorry Heather...my hand was cramping I just needed a second."

She let out an arrogent laugh.

"Your hand is cramping? Aw how sad? Little Veronica's hand is cramping oh what a tragedy. Last time I checked though, I DIDNT SAY YOU COULD STOP! Now get back to work before I take that chair along with you in it and throw it out that window!"

She slammed her hands on the desk after pointing to the glass behind me that framed this part of the 17th story.

Nodding my head was the best I could do before taking my aching hand and finishing up this meeting with a burning feeling in my eyes as I held back the tears that were threatening to fall.

As soon as it was over, I made a dash out with Jd at my heels. When we got into my office I turned around and hugged him tight finally crying.

The emotions poured out as he held me close and brushed through my hair with his fingers. Words of comfort spewed out from him as he listened to me rant about all my pent up feelings until there was none left.

He sat me down on my couch and kissed me on my head.

"I swear this will never happen again...I will never see you get hurt again if it's the last thing I do. I've seen you put up with her too long and at this point I don't care if I get fired, I'm going to have a firm conversation with her."

Okay, he had to be insane. No one ever dared to have a 'firm conversation' with THE Heather Chandler!

"...wait...your not being serious right? She'll tear you to shreds and what if you lose the job! I won't see you as much and I don't want you to be out there having trouble trying to find another."

" My darling, don't worry about me. I'm not scared of some woman who wears shoulder pads and heels! Listen, in a couple hours when everyone is gone, I'm going to talk to her. You'll stay here and hopefully at the end of this your problem will be resolved."

I nodded and smiled a little at his fearlessness and confidence to keep me safe.

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It was around 11:30 and as the floor became quiet he stayed true to his words and left my office to pay a visit to Heather.

I was worried for him so to distract my racing mind, I put on some music. The tunes filled my senses and I got lost in it, only hearing a few of the screams being thrown back and forth.

Eventually, it got quiet and the 10 minutes I thought it would take him at the most became 30. So, I slowly turned down my music and went to see what was causing this argument to take so much time.

"Jd? Heather? Is everything alright? I wanted to make sure-

I stopped dead in my tracks as I saw crimson almost as dark as the blazer she wore today, strewn across the walls and floor of her office.

Breathing didn't seem to be a possibility at the moment as my eyes traveled up to meet a familiar someone standing in front of her body, switchblade in hand, staring at me with a look of disdain and surprise.

This was not just a 'firm conversation'. He lied. Straight to my face.

And with that final thought, I felt my body turn as light as a feather as I tumbled down to the ground below.