My heart rate quickened as I entered his office. Close the door he instructed, his eyes focused on the paper on the desk. I obeyed, my hand lingering on the door knob.
Take a seat, he said gesturing to the chair opposite his desk. I sat down, my back straight trying to look composed. He looked up, his gaze piercing.
I expect discretion and efficiency in your work, he said. Yes sir I replied. Our eyes locked, the tension palpable. I will need you to coordinate my schedule, screen calls, and handle confidential documents.
He continued. I nodded, taking mental notes. As my secretary, you will have access to sensitive information, he warned. I expect confidentiality, he said. I understand, I replied.
He leaned back, tapping his fingers on the table. I am sure you do, he said, his tone low and even. Suddenly, his phone buzzed. Answer it he instructed. I picked up the receiver. Wilson office, I said. He watched me, his expression unreadable as I handled the call.
As I handled the call, his gaze never wavered. I felt his eyes on me. When I hung up he leaned forward. Isabella, he said. His voice low. Yes sir? His eyes locked unto mine. I think we need to establish some boundaries, he said.
Boundaries? He nodded
Our….previous encounter, it won't affect our work relationship. I understand, sir. His gaze intensified, but I want to make one thing clear: I don't mix business with pleasure. My pulse quickened. Understood, I replied. He leaned back, his expression unreadable. Good, I expect your discretion. I nodded
That's all for now you may leave. I stood up, my heart racing. As I exited his office, I felt conflicted. Relieved that Ethan didn't pushed the issue. Yet disappointed that our connection was reduced to business only. Back at my desk, Emily approached.
How's it going? She asked. I hesitated, professional I replied. Emily raised her eyebrow. For now, she whispered
I was on my way home when my phone buzzed. Ethan's name flashing on the screen. Isabella, I need you to accompany me to a business dinner tonight, he said, his voice firm.
Tonight? Yes. The smith's account is crucial, and I require your presence. I hesitated, unsure if I was ready to face Ethan in a social setting. Understood sir, I replied. His response came after a brief pause. Good, be ready by 7pm, I will pick you up. And the line went dead.
I spent hours getting ready. At 7pm sharp, a sleek black car arrived. Ethan waited inside, his eyes locked onto mine as I slid in. The drive was silent.
Tension hung between us. Upon arrival we were greeted by potential clients. I played my role impeccably. Ethan gaze occasionally met mine.
The dinner concluded. Ethan hand brushed mine. Thank you Isabella, he whispered, our eyes locked the car door closed behind us, enveloping us in silence. His driver navigated the evening traffic.
I gazed out the window, my thoughts swirling. Ethan voice broke the silence. Thank you, Isabella. You were impressive tonight. I turned meeting his gaze, our eyes locked. His face was inches from mine.