Stuck with the boss

Chapter - 13 Redhanded

Shreya's POV

As soon as I reached the parking lot, I asked my driver to wait.

Then I grabbed my navy blue blazer and buttoned it up quickly.

Professional.

Composed.

Like I hadn't just mentally survived a war called Rey Singhania.

No one at work could suspect I was on leave.

Especially not him.

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I walked into the building and greeted Mrs. Briganza at reception.

She smiled warmly as always.

She looked the same every time I saw her—young, graceful, like time had simply forgotten her existence.

"Good morning, dear," she said.

I waved quickly.

"Morning, Mrs. Briganza."

Then I headed straight for the elevator.

Top floor.

Of course.

Because my life decisions always led upward... and straight into chaos.

The elevator was empty.

Perfect.

I used the time wisely.

Fixed my blazer.

Checked my reflection.

Quickly brushed my hair using the small brush from my bag.

Yes.

Because I was about to enter my boss's territory like a calm, professional woman who had not emotionally collapsed yesterday.

The elevator dinged.

Top floor.

Game face on.

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As I stepped out and walked toward my cabin, I reminded myself:

Focus. Files. Leave approval. Exit gracefully.

My cabin was now on the top floor thanks to my "promotion".

A promotion that suspiciously felt like punishment disguised as success.

Rey's idea of management was clearly:

"If she suffers more, she'll either quit or become productive."

Spoiler: I became both confused and productive.

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Just as I reached my door, someone tapped my shoulder.

I turned.

"Nita."

My friend looked at me like I had returned from a jungle survival show.

"Thank God you're alive," she said immediately.

"I thought you were dead or kidnapped or—wait—are you avoiding work or avoiding boss?"

I sighed.

"Relax, Super Express Train Nita."

"I'm taking leave. I'll be back Monday... or Tuesday... depending on emotional recovery."

Her eyes narrowed.

"Leave? From him?"

I nodded casually.