CEO's Sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛᴀʀʏ

☾︎𝖲𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇❣︎

~Daryian~

Something changed between us from the day in the elevator.

A shift of air, an inch of closeness, something impalpable but evident.

I am not complaining, but I fear this hope of mine would get crushed and I'd be pulled out of my illusions in a snap of her dainty fingers.

But as long as it lasts, I'm gonna hold onto it.

I'd follow mom's advice and not let go of this—whatever Lucille and I have.

I'll try my best to nurture it. No matter where it leads.

During lunch time, I grabbed my bag and went to Lucille to let her know I was heading for lunch.

She had someone over at her desk. A very dashing look man in expensive suit and slick black hair.

"Uhm- Lucille, I'm heading for lunch."

She looked up from her laptop and nodded. I stared at her unsurely for a couple more seconds then turned around to leave but something caught my ear.

"You let your employees call you by your first name?"

I didn't hear Lucille's reply but his taunting tone was enough to boil my blood.

Spinning on my heels, I dashed right back in Lucille's cabin, my face contorted in fury.

"Excuse me, Mr. We work for you, it doesn't mean you're any above than us. We all are humans and doing what's best for our families! You have no right to dehumanize us." I seethed.

The man sat stunned while Lucille had an expressionless face.

I wonder if I messed up.

But I couldn't just listen to something like this and keep my mouth shut.

"Wow, Luce. You've actually gotten soft. The rumors were right after all." He tsked.

Lucille's gaze darkened upon hearing that, but she kept that deathly look fixated on me.

"Jack, shut it. And Daryian, go." She ordered coldly.

"But-"

"I said go!" She yelled.

Flinching back from the sudden burst, I stepped back and left the room in a rush.

Lucille had never raised her voice at me like this. Never got mad at me no matter how defiant or outspoken I had been.

I fought the tears that threatened to gather in my eyes, I hated crying.

I have barely cried all my life. And now a mere scolding from my Boss was making my eyes well up.

I'm such a crybaby.

I locked the door to my room and turned on the blind folds, sitting down at the table to start my lunch.

Opening the boxes, my mood slightly lifted when I saw mom had packed me garlic breads, meatloaf, nutella and cut up fruits in flower shapes.

What am I? 8? Going to school?

Mom's too funny. She's always doing this childish stuff to put a smile on my face.

I love her for that.

I needed this, especially after what happened.

Sniffing back my pathetic tears, I chomped on my food, often taking sips from my cup of coffee.

Elena didn't come today, and I was thankful for that. I wanted to be alone.

Who was this Jack person anyway?