Cecilia’s pov
"Really?" I gave Alpha Sebastian a look that was sowhere between laughter and tears. "But haven’t you heard the saying? Only the good die young. The worst people always seem to live forever."
Alpha Sebastian glanced at , his eyes gleaming with sothing I couldn’t quite decipher. "Do you trust them, or do you trust ?"
"I trust you," I answered without hesitation.
I wouldn’t dare say otherwise. Besides, there was sothing about the way he spoke that naturally commanded trust.
Alpha Sebastian slowed the car and looked at again, the corner of his lips curving into a subtle smile. His voice softened just enough for to notice. "Good."
Those simple words seed to possess a magical quality. Sothing warm blood in my chest, giving the strange sensation of being a devoted follower. Was it weird to have such faith in my boss? Probably.
Glancing out the window, I realized we were heading toward Silver Peak Pack’s headquarters. "Um, would you mind dropping off at the corner? I can walk the rest of the way."
"What’s this?" Alpha Sebastian’s eyebrow arched elegantly. "Are you embarrassed to be seen arriving with ?"
"Wow. Use and then ditch . Classic."
"...Fine! I’m sorry!"
I surrendered, and of course, the car didn’t stop at the corner but drove straight into the company’s underground parking garage.
The whole ti, I was scanning our surroundings like a paranoid spy.
I realized I wasn’t just worried about gossip—I felt guilty, like I was doing sothing wrong.
Just as I thought we’d arrived undetected and was calmly stepping out of the passenger side, soone else exited an another car.
We turned our heads simultaneously.Our eyes t.
"...Vice President Wiley." My smile felt stiff and unnatural.
Wiley was about to respond when he saw who erged from the driver’s seat.
His expression instantly morphed into one of horror.
I ntally sighed.I hope Wiley doesn’t misunderstand my relationship with Alpha Sebastian.
When we entered the elevator, Wiley smiled at with false pleasantness. "Secretary Cecilia, do you and the Alpha Sebastian live in the sa direction?"
"We live in—" I began, only to be cut off by Sebastian’s cool voice.
"Whether we live together or not, is that information you need?" His tone was flat but carried a clear warning.
Wiley’s eyes nearly popped out of his head.
My body tensed in shock.
Wait, why was my boss creating rumors himself?
"Vice President, please don’t misunderstand," I hurried to explain. "We just happen to live in the sa neighborhood, not together."
"Ah, ah, I see," Wiley responded, nodding chanically.
But I could practically read his thoughts: No need to explain!
I noticed him pulling out his phone and typing a ssage. Daring a peek, I caught the words Alpha Yardley on the screen.
Holy shit!!
He was reporting this to Alpha Yardley!
"Vice President Wiley!" I shouted near his ear, letting my irritation show. He flinched, quickly his phone into his pocket. and hurried out without another word the mont the doors opened.
I moved to follow him—I felt I needed to clarify things with the Vice President before rumors spiraled out of control.
As I took a step forward, Alpha Sebastian pulled back. "Where are you going? We haven’t reached our floor yet."
The elevator doors closed again.
"He’s texting your father!" I protested.
"You think this is the first ti?" Alpha Sebastian replied calmly.
"Though I admit, this ti is special. Now he thinks he has concrete evidence."
Evidence you provided!
By the ti we exited the elevator, I felt a decade older.
Alpha Sebastian tried to reassure . "Don’t worry. If things get out of hand and you can’t resolve it, I’ll handle it."
I didn’t ask how he planned to handle it. Sothing told I wouldn’t like the answer.
Back at my desk, I massaged my temples. I reasoned that if Alpha Yardley had heard rumors before and never called in to discuss them, he probably didn’t take them seriously.
...
In the afternoon, while I didn’t receive any invitation to speak with Alpha Yardley, I did get a call from his wife, Luna Regina.
Her voice was gentle and refined over the phone.
She exchanged pleasantries first, and I could tell imdiately that she was a woman of exceptional poise and breeding.
Then she got to the point.
"Secretary Cecilia, does Sebastian have any plans this evening?" she asked.
I checked Alpha Sebastian’s schedule before answering, "No,he is free tonight."
"Then add sothing to his calendar," Luna Regina said smoothly. "Tell him I’ve arranged a dinner eting for him tonight. I’ll send you the ti and location. Please make sure he’s reminded."
"Of course, Luna Regina," I replied professionally.
I got up and headed to Alpha Sebastian’s office. When knocking yielded no response, I rembered he would be taking his afternoon rest. I returned to my desk to wait.
When it was ti, I called Beta Sawyer to ask if the Alpha Sebastian was awake yet.
"Shit," Beta Sawyer’s voice ca through the phone, sounding stressed. "I’m out of the office. You’ll have to wake him today."
[WHAT?!
Don’t scare like that, Beta Sawyer!!]
He seed to sense my panic. "...Just be careful."
We both fell silent.
With the mindset of soone approaching a minefield, I made my way to the Alpha Sebastian’s office.
This would be the second ti I’d wake him from his afternoon nap since our Singapore trip.
Last ti had been... complicated.
But considering Beta Sawyer did this daily, I steeled myself.
After all, I’d survived last night—how bad could waking my boss be?
When I pushed open the door to his rest area, planning to wake him verbally from a safe distance, I discovered he was wearing earplugs!
Was he actively trying to prevent being woken up?
Bending down carefully, I reached to remove one of the earplugs, my fingers brushing against the shell of his ear as I gently extracted it.
Drawing on my previous painful experience, I kept a safer distance from his face and called out loudly, " Alpha Sebastian! Ti to wake up!"
The figure on the bed didn’t stir.
My ridiculously handso boss maintained his sleeping position, completely undisturbed.
I was certain my voice had been loud enough for the neighbors to hear.
Yet he hadn’t even twitched.
Could soone really sleep that deeply?
I tried calling him twice more, each ti raising my voice, but the Alpha Sebastian might as well have been in a coma!
I began to suspect he wasn’t truly asleep—he was simply refusing to get up!
Looking around the room in frustration, my eyes landed on a pair of cufflinks on the nightstand.
Maybe I should... poke him with one?
Would that get fired on the spot?
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