His Perfect Temptation

Secrets and silence

Maliya's pov

As I settled into the company's new office, I couldn't help but feel a bit of excitement and nervousness, it was my first day after all. Maria had shown me to my desk, and I was eager to start. But as I began arranging my things, I realized that two of my documents were missing.

My mind flashed back to the moment I stood up at Ignacio's office. I must have dropped them then unknowingly. I couldn't help but be a bit worried about the documents, maybe I care more about them landing on the wrong hands than actually losing it. Especially my marriage certificate.

I immediately stood up and made my way towards Maria's office. "Maria, have you seen any documents lying around?" I asked, as I approached her with an expression look on my face.

Maria checked her desk and surrounding areas, but couldn't find anything. "You might want to check with Ignacio," she suggested. "He might have seen them."

I knew she was right it was definitely the only place it could be.

Why had I even brought the marriage certificate with me in the first place? It was only just a painful symbol of my failed marriage, and I didn't need it for the job application. Yet, here I was, worrying that someone might taken it.

As I made my way towards Ignacio's office, I couldn't help but curse at myself. Why on earth had I brought that sham of a marriage certificate along anyway? I should have just left it at home, where it belonged.

I took a deep breath and pushed open the door to Ignacio's office. And that's when I saw him, holding my documents in his hand.

"Ignacio," I said, trying to sound calm. As our eyes met. "I was looking for those documents. Thank you for finding them." I said in a rush as I made my way to grab them.

"Of course, Maliya," he said moving his hands away. Limiting my chances of grabbing them. "I'm always happy to help. Especially when it comes to...interesting documents." He paused, as he handed over the documents to me.

"You didn't mention you were married," He accused the moment I was about to turn.

I could feel my heart skipped a bit loud enough for him to hear. "I didn't think it was relevant," I replied, trying to maintain a neutral expression.

Ignacio's eyes slightly opened up as he heard my response. "Not relevant?" he repeated. "I think it's very relevant."

I suddenly could feel the air was a bit tightened with unspoken words. I tried to maintain a calm demeanor, but I was feeling very comfortable with the situation.

"I apologize for not disclosing that information earlier," I managed to say.

Ignacio said nothing for a moment, simply studying me like he was unsure of what to say "I see," he said finally. "Well, thank you for clarifying that, you may leave"

As I walked out of Ignacio's office, I couldn't help but gaze at the marriage certificate in my hand. I couldn't help but feel a sudden wave of frustration.

I should just tear it up, I thought, my fingers twitching with the urge to shred the paper into tiny pieces. But instead, I just held it tightly as I walked through the hallway.

As I sat at my desk, staring blankly at the marriage certificate, I wondered Why had I even brought it with me. It was just a painful symbol of my failed marriage. I couldn't help but wonder what Ignacio thought of me, now that he knew I was married. Given what had transpired between us.

I sighed inwardly, feeling frustrated with myself. How could I be so unsure if Ignacio even remembered me? A man as handsome as him could have laid with multiple women every night.

How could I be so sure he even recognized me?

Maybe I was just feeling all tense for nothing, I thought. And even if he did remember me, judging from the way he hadn't attempted to bring anything up, maybe he just couldn't care less.

Minutes later, Just as I was starting to get familiar with things, Maria knocked on my door. "Hey, Maliya, how's it going?" she asked, poking her head into my office.

I forced a smile. "Hey, Maria. It's going great, thanks. Just getting settled in. Getting used to the surroundings." I shared.

"I know it can be overwhelming at first, but you'll get the hang of it. Ignacio asked me to give this to you," she said, handing me a massive stack of papers.

I took the papers, feeling a bit confused. "What is it?" I asked, scanning the documents.

"It's the company sales analysis report," Maria replied. "Ignacio wants you to review the numbers and provide some insights."

Maria handed over a massive pile of work to me. A few weeks' worth of sales analysis, condensed into a single, suffocating assignment suddenly feel confident and determined.

I didn't mind the work, in fact, I was looking forward to diving into the numbers. But as I flipped through the pages, I realized that this was going to be a monumental task.

It would take me weeks to sort through all of this data.

But before I could even process my thoughts, Maria turned around at the entrance and dropped a bombshell. "Well, by the way, Ignacio wants you to finish this by the end of the week."

Was Ignacio kidding me? This was an impossible deadline I felt my mouth open in protest, but before I could even form the words, Maria was gone, leaving me staring at the massive pile of work in front of me.

Ignacio wanted me to finish this massive project by the end of the week. It was absurd. Who did he think he was, dumping this impossible task on me?

I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down. It's fine maybe there was a way to do this.

I could pull an all-nighter. But as I looked at the stack of papers, my heart sank. Why was Ignacio doing this? Is he trying to get rid of me, or is he just testing my limits?

I began sorting the paper, and not all were sales analysis reports, I had to separate the other documents, And then, my eyes caught a name that kept showing repeatedly.

Marisol Ramirez.

Who was she? Anyways wondered. And why was she spending so much money?

Maybe she is Ignacio's sister or only spoilt brats could spend so much.

I clicked on the link to view the company profile, and my eyes widened as I read the words describing the name.

"Marisol Ramirez. Ignacio Ramirez's Wife"

Wife? Ignacio is married?