The Secretary's Revenge

chapter 4

I stepped onto the executive floor the next morning with my heart pounding like a drum. The sleek, modern office smelled like expensive coffee and power. I wasn’t here to work. I was here to destroy.

The stylish assistant led me straight to Alexander Voss’s massive corner office. He was already at his desk, typing furiously on his laptop. He looked up when I entered, his expression cold and commanding.

“You’re on time. Good,” he said, his voice deep and businesslike. “Get started immediately. There are files on the side table that need sorting. Contracts. Emails. Don’t waste my time.”

I nodded, keeping my face neutral. “I’ll get right on it.”

Alexander didn’t even look up again. “Good. I have back-to-back meetings. Stay close and be useful.”

I moved to the side table, my hands steady even though my mind was racing. Being this close to him felt surreal. Every breath I took reminded me of Marcus lying in that hospital bed. I started sorting the files, my fingers flipping through papers while my thoughts burned with rage.

The door opened and Liam Hawthorne walked in, Alexander’s best friend and lawyer. He was carrying a folder and looked relaxed. “Morning, Alex. I brought the latest contracts for the Blackwood deal. We should go over them before the meeting.”

Alexander barely glanced up, his tone icy. “Not now, Liam. I’m busy. Handle it yourself.”

Liam raised an eyebrow, clearly used to this mood. “You okay? You look like s**t. The accident still messing with you?”

Alexander’s jaw tightened. “I said handle it. I don’t have time for small talk.”

Liam shrugged, but I could see the concern in his eyes. “Alright, man. Just don’t push yourself too hard. You know what the doctor said about stress.”

Alexander shot him a cold glare. “I don’t need a lecture. Get out.”

Liam sighed and left, giving me a quick nod on his way out. The office fell silent again except for the sound of Alexander typing. I kept sorting files, my mind spinning. Liam seemed decent. Maybe he knew something.

Alexander stood up suddenly, rubbing his chest with a grimace. “Get me the quarterly report from last quarter. And coffee. Black.”

I stood quickly. “On it. Are you feeling alright?”

He waved me off, his face tight. “Just get the report. I don’t pay you to ask questions.”

I hurried to the kitchen area, my mind racing. He looked off. Stressed. His heart condition. I pushed the thought away. Focus on the plan.

When I returned with the coffee and report, Alexander was pacing by the window, his hand pressed to his chest. His breathing looked labored.

“Here’s the report and your coffee,” I said, setting them down. “Is everything alright?”

He turned, his face pale. “I said no questions. Just do your job.”

I nodded, but worry mixed with my hatred. “The report is ready. Let me know if you need anything else.”

Alexander picked up the folder, flipping through it. His hand shook slightly. “This is acceptable. For now.”

I turned to leave, but something felt wrong. The air in the room was thick with tension.

Suddenly, Alexander gasped sharply, clutching his chest. His face went white as he staggered forward, knocking over a cup on the desk.

“f**k,” he muttered through gritted teeth, his knees buckling.

I rushed toward him, my heart leaping into my throat. “Alexander!”

He collapsed right in front of me, his body hitting the floor with a heavy thud.