YOU ARE MY LIGHT

CHAPTER 5 : THE CEO'S ATTENTION

Inside the car, after he handed me my balance, I finally found the courage to speak.

“I… I thought you didn’t remember,” I said quietly, surprised I even admitted it.

He glanced at me and laughed softly.

“I did. Why wouldn’t I?”

I blinked, surprised.

“I didn’t bring it up because I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he continued. “And I’m not the type to mix personal matters with work.”

I nodded, relief settling in. For the first time since everything started, I actually felt calm.

He wasn’t angry. He wasn’t holding anything against me. That small realization loosened something tight in my chest.

We reached my street. I thanked him again and stepped out.

As his car drove away, I smiled to myself. The night felt lighter. I even looked forward to work the next day.

The morning came quickly.

I woke up early, full of energy. Today was the hospital tour.

The building felt different—more alive, more tense. Since the arrival of the new CEO, nurses whispered more than they worked. Heels clicked louder than usual, and makeup looked suspiciously perfect for a place meant for healing.

I watched my colleagues.

They kept glancing around, waiting for the tour to begin—waiting to see the famous grandson everyone talked about.

It made me smile. They acted as if seeing him would change their entire lives.

A thought crossed my mind.

What if they knew I had been alone with him yesterday? In his car?

I almost laughed. They would kill me with jealousy.

But the humor vanished when footsteps echoed through the hallway.

The tour had started.

The CEO arrived.

Everyone straightened instantly—postures stiff, smiles professional. I stood quietly, observing the sudden transformation. Moments ago they were gossiping; now they looked like model employees.

Then someone touched my arm.

I turned.

A nurse leaned in.

“The CEO is calling you,” she whispered.

My heart skipped.

Me? Why?

I looked up.

He was standing there—Vincent—calm and professional.

“What’s your name?” he asked. “I forgot to ask yesterday.”

Every eye in the room turned toward me.

Yesterday?

Which yesterday was he talking about—the hospital or the car?

My palms became sweaty.

Before I could overthink, he continued.

“They told me you’re a new intern. I was busy yesterday and didn't get a chance to ask. What’s your name?”

Relief flooded me. He was covering for me—making it sound professional.

The last thing I wanted was attention.

“Juliet,” I replied.

He nodded with a faint smirk, as if he enjoyed teasing me, then continued the tour.

As he walked away, another intern leaned in.

“You’re really lucky,” she whispered.

“Why?”

“He never asks names. He doesn’t even know most people here.”

I forced a small smile.

Then I noticed it—whispers, glances. Some of the female staff were staring at me.

Not angrily… but curiously.

I slowly lowered my head, pretending the whispers didn’t sting. It was ridiculous to feel exposed for something so small, yet I did.

What exactly is he doing? I wondered.

Is this some kind of game?

Or was I reading too much into it?

The day moved on.

Later, a man arrived asking for the CEO.

“Do you have an appointment?” we asked.

“No,” he replied. “I’m here to return the motorcycle key.”

My heart jumped.

Motorcycle?

Before I could process it, the door opened.

Vincent stepped out, greeted the man, and collected the key.

That was it.

But whispers exploded again.

I pretended to work, listening.

“Oh my goodness,” one nurse said. “So the CEO rides a motorcycle?”

“He must look so hot on it,” another giggled.

“I wish I could hold him from behind while he rides,” someone added.

Laughter followed.

I walked away, focusing on my tasks.

I didn’t want to be part of their gossip.

I just wanted the day to end.

Finally, it did.

I packed my things and went to the parking lot.

How will I get my motorcycle key? I wondered.

Then I saw him.

He was waiting.

“The motorcycle is fine,” he said. “No issues.”

You checked it yourself?

Why would someone like him bother?

I thanked him.

He stretched out his hand—offering the key.

I reached for it.

And then I saw her.

One of the staff members.

The one deeply in love with the CEO.

She was staring.

At his hand.

At mine.

At the moment we were close.

I froze.

Not again.

I already knew the questions they would ask, the looks they would give. I had no explanation—only the hope that it wouldn’t matter.