Chapter 2: Secretary
752 Words
Yhannie’s POV
“Pres, we have a problem.”
I hadn’t even sat down when Kim met me, holding papers like she was putting out a fire.
“What problem?”
“Trisha… our secretary. She’s transferring. Suddenly. Starting next week, we won’t have a secretary anymore.”
I blinked.
“She didn’t even tell me.”
“She told me last night, but it was late. Said it’s a family emergency. Moving back to the province. She’s not sure if she’ll return this semester.”
I sighed, rubbing my temples. “Alright. So, we need a replacement.”
“That’s the thing, Pres. Do you want us to hold interviews? Or… will you pick someone you trust?”
I paused.
Someone I trust?
Or someone… I want to know better?
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That afternoon, in the Student Council office, I just stared at the sheet of paper with the list of vacant positions. Secretary—one of the most important roles.
Minutes passed. I wasn’t reading. I was thinking.
Bianca Cruz.
Quiet. Composed. Not used to attention, but she has presence.
She doesn’t seem like the type to join student council. But… that makes it even more interesting.
And if she became secretary… we’d be together often. We’d talk more.
For work purposes, of course.
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The next day, I found her in the hallway. As usual, standing off to the side, holding a book. Quiet. Like she had her own world.
“Bianca,” I called.
She turned quickly, surprised it was me.
“Ah, hello… Pres— Miss Yhannie.”
So polite. But her voice betrayed her nervousness.
“Can you spare a moment? There’s something I’d like to discuss.”
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I brought her to the SC room. Just the two of us.
She sat across from me, her fingers fidgeting on the desk. I tried not to smile.
“Bianca… we have a vacancy in the Student Council.”
Her brows furrowed, curious. “Okay…”
“Secretary. Our former secretary left. And I thought… maybe you’d be perfect for it.”
She blinked. “Me? Wait—why me?”
I leaned back, acting casual.
“You’re easy to talk to. Organized. You’ve got potential. And honestly… I’d like to get to know you better.”
She froze. “What? Sorry—what do you mean?”
I smiled. “I mean, as a student. As part of the team. Don’t overthink.”
Her cheeks flushed bright red, her eyes darting down as she bit her lip.
“I don’t have any experience in things like that…”
“Then maybe it’s time to try something new, don’t you think?”
She stayed quiet.
“Just think about it,” I added, softer this time. “I just want it to be… you.”
I meant to say I wanted her as the secretary.
But deep down, I knew it meant more than that.
“I’ll… think about it,” she finally whispered.
That was all I needed. A small smile tugged at my lips. “Good. That’s all I ask.”
The silence between us stretched, thick and heavy, but not uncomfortable—for me, at least. I studied her carefully, the way her hair fell slightly across her face, the nervous way she avoided my gaze. She wasn’t like the others—those who fought for attention, who wanted to be close to me because of the title. No, Bianca seemed like the type who wanted nothing more than to stay unnoticed.
And yet, that made me want to notice her more.
“Bianca,” I said softly, almost testing the way her name tasted in my mouth.
She looked up, startled, her wide eyes meeting mine. For a second, she looked trapped, like a deer caught in headlights.
I leaned forward just a little, lowering my voice. “Don’t be afraid. I’m not asking you to be perfect. I just… want you here.”
Her lips parted, as if she wanted to protest, but no words came. Instead, she nodded, almost reluctantly.
A small victory.
I knew she hadn’t fully agreed yet, but that didn’t matter. Because once Bianca Cruz entered this room, once she stepped into my world, she wouldn’t leave so easily.
As she stood to go, I watched her closely, committing every detail to memory—the way her steps were light, almost hurried, as if running from something she couldn’t name.
She didn’t realize it yet.
I will use you.
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