Alpha Kane
A numbness washed over , followed by emptiness after I let her go. The pain in my heart grew into a heartbreaking, excruciating ache that I had to live with.
I asked Kaysir to check on her and bring her food, but she refused to accept anything from him, knowing I must have sent it to her.
After talking with Chan and Miranda, I discussed her transfer to the sales departnt. They didn’t ask why, and everything was arranged. Knowing Chan, he would make her comfortable, and she wouldn’t be alone among them.
"Put away all of Zara’s things and give the box to Kaysir. He’ll take it to her ho," I commanded before Chan and Miranda left, nodding gravely at .
Kaysir called . "Sir, I brought Luna, but she didn’t accept my breakfast."
This was expected, and I was afraid she’d stop eating. "Leave this to . Don’t forget to take her back to my pack house as soon as she’s finished here," I commanded before ending the call.
Standing up, I turned to the window and stared at the snow-covered buildings. Most of the snow had lted, but a few flakes remained.
Miranda asked permission to enter while I stood by the window. Turning my head, I saw she had entered with another girl. I asked her to find another secretary, now that Zara had vacated the position.
I watched the confident girl. Her light red hair was half-up in an elegant updo, and her blouse seed a little tighter than it should have been. But she smiled professionally and stood confidently.
"Sir! This is Nasia Hughes. She’s here for an interview for the secretary position," Miranda introduced herself, her lips pursed. I sensed her displeasure at this.
"Thank you, Miranda. I’ll handle the rest." She cast a dark glance at the newcor and left without a word.
As soon as the door closed, I saw the newcor standing there, clutching a folder in her hand, and she gave an irritating smile.
"Good morning, Mr. Sterling, it’s a great honor..." she began cheerfully, and I imdiately disliked her false tone.
"Your resu," I demanded coldly, not returning her greeting. The smile faded slightly, but she quickly composed herself.
"Of course, Mr. Sterling." She quickly handed the folder.
"That’s it, Mr. CEO, in case you get hired. Not ’sir’ or ’Mr. Sterling.’" For so reason, I didn’t want her to call my na. She tensed slightly, but nodded quickly.
I opened her folder and studied her resu. She had worked with several other CEOs, and her qualifications were also impressive. Still, I hated her presence, standing where I was used to seeing Zara. No one could fill that void.
Closing the folder, I placed it on the table and slid it back toward her.
"Bring black coffee and a fresh mango. It should have a red and yellow tint. You have half an hour." I calmly sat down in the chair and turned to face her, resting my chin on my fist. I watched her shift uncomfortably, a blush crossing her worried face.
It was winter, and there were no mangoes in the market. And not the kind I said only grew on my lands.
"...Uh, what kind of coffee..."
I didn’t let her finish. "Sort it out, Ms. Hughes. You’re free to go," I said coldly, without any emotion in my voice.
Alien from Neptune. Not as he loved . Calling Zara. I was definitely becoming like that.
Nasiya left with a little less confidence than she had when she entered, and I didn’t care. My emotions were suppressed, and the smile that had beco rare had disappeared completely.
The anxiety I’d felt when I was alone intensified. I asked Chan for the sales data, so I could use it as an excuse to visit her. Just to see how she was doing in her new surroundings.
Before I knew it, my feet carried to the sales departnt. I walked in, and Chan imdiately noticed , rushing toward .
"How is she doing?" I asked without hesitation.
"She’s a professional and has already started working with the data."
I craned my neck, but the partitions hid it.
"Where is she?" I asked quietly, and Chan pointed to one of the booths. Everyone stood up, seeing approaching. My greedy eyes settled on her, sitting calmly in her chair, typing on the keyboard. A war of emotions raged within , but I had to suppress every single one.
My arms ached from the strain of trying to keep them pinned to my sides, lest I lunge at her and grab her. Don’t drag her away and apologize for being a bitch.
Her gaze settled on before I could even say anything. She sensed my approach. Her soft features hardened at the sight of , but her beauty couldn’t be eclipsed, even when she glared at with murderous eyes.
That day, she chose black and red. Toughening my tone, I spoke, infusing my voice with authority: "I need the sales figures on my desk by the end of the day."
And then she straightened her head and gave the phoniest smile I’d ever seen.
It was a clear ssage: "Screw you, CEO Alpha Kane Sterling, you can’t break ."
"Of course... sir," she replied in a hollow, artificial tone.
***
Zara
Alpha lingered, his face flickering with distant emotions I didn’t want to decipher.
I pressed my lips together and gracefully placed my hands on my small desk, wondering if he needed anything else or if he’d simply co to gloat over my misery.
I looked at him with a barely perceptible detachnt, blinking at the right monts so he wouldn’t think I was staring.
"Fine," he muttered a monosyllable, as if his mouth would ache incessantly if he spoke again, and he turned abruptly and left.
Nova’s lying eyes stared at him, though she didn’t need them to.
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