Zara
I had to go back to the office tomorrow, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to return to my dad’s apartnt; he’d be taking to his packhouse. He’d already given more ti than I expected, knowing how much he enjoyed controlling everyone, especially now.
A stupid part of my heart wished he’d just send an apology, saying it was just a joke, but he was dead silent.
My heart ached and pounded, and my stomach clenched. I struggled to fall asleep, ignoring the beeping of my phone as I drifted off.
My sleep was fitful, and Alpha was breaking my heart over and over again, screaming that he’d never love .
I woke up earlier than I should have and got out of bed. After taking a bath, I dried my hair, preparing myself for whatever challenge Alpha had in store for .
Knowing him, I knew he’d be prepared for sothing extrely dramatic. But he only saw the cheerful and loving side of , not my detached and petty self.
I pulled out a black pantsuit and put it on with a red cape. Putting on my glasses, I was ready to face the world.
No more tears.
I imprinted this phrase on my heart and mind. When I left the pack house, Kayser was waiting for with takeout croissants and cappuccino. I didn’t understand why he kept bringing food without even asking.
"Again? I’m not hungry, Kaysir. Why did you bring this?"
He scratched the back of his head apologetically. "An order, Miss Zara. I was asked to deliver this."
Yes! I knew who it was from. He didn’t care if he broke my heart, spied on , manipulated , called a woman who slept around, but he cared about how I ate? Alpha wanted to leave the position as a demon Queen, but his way of demanding was just humiliating."Take this to whoever ordered you to bring it to ," I said with a cold smile and confidently headed for the elevator. Poor Kasir staggered behind , but didn’t try to offer food anymore.
The walk to the office was silent. Snow covered everything, from the roads to the trees. The cold had finally arrived, and I felt it chilling my heart. Snowplows had cleared most of the snow from the roads, clearing a path for cars.
We arrived at the parking lot, and I got out of the car to see Chan waiting for with his usual beaming smile.
"Hello!" he waved, dressed in a beige sweater and black tweed pants.
"Hello!" "I waved back, plastering on a smile and approaching him.
"I’m here to see you out, my lady. You’ll be working with from now on," he offered with a smile, narrowing his eyes. He kept his hands behind his back, but I sensed a note of sympathy in his voice.
So that’s what he did: he transferred from my secretary position to the sales departnt.
"Of course! Could you please escort ? I didn’t receive the notice," I asked humbly, walking beside him.
He respectfully extended his hand, motioning for to lead the way. We headed toward the stairs.
"You’ll be working as a sales analyst, analyzing sales trends and compiling corresponding reports on sales targets for each month. I’ll provide you with the data and guide you carefully. Don’t worry." Chan opened the door, and we began the climb up to his office.
"I’d be grateful," I nodded gratefully, trying to calm my foolish heart by telling him that it was a good thing. We wouldn’t have to deal with him often.
"So, the winter gala was a huge success. Our sales have already increased significantly. Everyone praised you; you were phenonal on the runway," Chan sang, pushing his hair back from his forehead.
"That’s good, I’m sure it’s thanks to how hard everyone worked on creating these dresses. I hope sales continue to grow," I said quietly, focusing on my steps. Chan must have sensed the tension in my voice.
He nodded softly but didn’t ask any more questions about the Winter Gala, and my absence.
We approached the sales departnt on the fifth floor, and Chan, like a true gentleman, opened the door for , letting in first.
I looked around the spacious room with four glass booths and one head desk. There was no clear division between the upper and lower echelons. As if sensing the question from my expression, Chan explained:
"In the sales departnt, we all work at the sa level. There’s no hierarchy. The atmosphere is friendly and relaxed. You’ll like it here. Co, let introduce you." He ushered forward, and I followed, this ti with a broad smile.
Two people occupied the two booths; one was a scruffy guy with glasses similar to mine, but with much thicker lenses, so they weren’t ostentatious. He wore a gray tie and a white shirt.
"et our sales manager, Mardis Acermi. He’s a pillar of our departnt." The man stood awkwardly, adjusted his glasses, and extended his hand.
"Miss Zara, what an honor." I shook her hand; it was rather damp; the man looked nervous.
"My honor; please call Zara," I offered with a kind smile, and he reciprocated.
The other was a woman in her thirties, with a professional and elegant air. Her hair was pulled back into a single braid, and she was wearing a winter blouse, skirt, and stockings.
"This is Harnya, with the silent ’j’. She’s our wonderful accountant," Chan introduced her playfully, and I extended my hand. She shook it professionally and smiled slightly.
"Hello!"
"Zara will be joining us, and I want everyone to give her a warm welco," Chan announced, leaning against one of the desks.
"Welco, we’re very happy to see you." Mardis’s cheerful voice reached .
"This is your desk. I’ll leave you to get settled. If you need anything, I’m over there. Don’t hesitate to ask." Chan pointed to the booth across from , and I nodded.
"Thank you! I appreciate it."
"There’s coffee and snacks, try sothing to your liking. Have you had breakfast?" Chan asked, straightening up and crossing his arms as I settled into the black swivel chair.
"Yes!" "I lied, not wanting to bring up food.
"Let know if you need anything." He finally walked away, leaving to get my bearings.
The rectangular desk was almost bare: a modern HP Thunder computer with a wireless keyboard, mouse, pen holder, and a few docunt folders, that’s all. The cubicle was small but neat, with two glass partitions.
I was sure Alpha had transferred here because I was worried he was spying on without my consent. It was an open-plan office with lots of people around, so there were no caras.
But I still kept glancing around, looking for hidden portals. The n in my life had made extrely paranoid lately, and I wasn’t even sure what I’d done to deserve all this.
Lost in the whirlwind that had beco my life, I simply sat there, staring into space, detached and disconnected from the world around .
"Zara!"
"Zara!"
Chan’s voice finally brought back to my bleak reality; he stood there, looking at with a worried expression. "Are you okay?"
I took a deep breath and said apologetically, "Yes! Sorry, I just got distracted for a second."
"It’s okay. When you’re ready, we’ll analyze the sales data from Winter Gala and start processing it." Chan handed a piece of paper with the computer password.
"You can change it so that only you have access." After accepting the password, I saw he’d scribbled sothing underneath it. "You can talk to during lunch. The office will be empty."
Raising my head, I gave him a grateful smile. "Okay, thank you."
Chan went to his desk.
After that, I tried to focus on work. When I walked into When I reached a dead end, I turned to Chan or Mardis for help. Both gently guided .
Sales soared, showing a very promising 30 percent increases everyday.
The day after the Winter Gala was a day off, which contributed to the sales surge. I was literally overwheld with joy that the Winter Gala had been such a successful launch of the Winter Collection.
I was so engrossed in crunching the numbers on the chart I’d created that I almost didn’t notice the silence.
Alpha’s unmistakable scent followed , and I tensed. Slowly, my gaze lifted and found him. My face beca even sterner than his. His presence squeezed my heart, not only painfully, but also pierced deep crevices where no one had dared to look before.
Like Satan, he was dressed in black from head to toe. His steely gaze turned to stone. There was nothing on his face or in his eyes but emptiness.
The clothes clung to every muscle, leaving no room even for air. The snake on his neck looked at , as if mocking.
I exhaled slowly.
His lips moved, expressing a single emotion. How could he pull away so easily? The thought still haunted .
"I need the sales figures on my desk by the end of the day." This order was addressed to as he stood a few steps away from my desk, his hands shoved deep into his trouser pockets.
I wasn’t ready to face him, but I would never let him see weak again. I looked around and saw that everyone else was standing and looking at us, except .
To further anger this literal bastard who had broken my heart, I plastered on the most annoying smile I could and said in a flattering tone, "Of course... sir."
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