In Love With My Secretary

Chapter Four: The Glimpse Behind The Suit

Chapter Four: The Glimpse Behind the Suit

(Katherine’s POV – first person)

The office was almost silent that night.

Everyone had gone home hours ago, the lights dimmed except for the soft glow spilling from Andrew’s office. I should’ve left too, but the quarterly report needed finishing—and honestly, I wasn’t ready to face my tiny apartment and leftover noodles.

I typed until my eyes blurred, then realized the light from his office hadn’t gone out.

He was still here.

Curiosity nudged me forward. I peeked through the glass wall and found him leaning over his desk, tie loosened, hair slightly mussed. His jacket hung on the chair. Without the armor of his suit, he looked… human. Tired, maybe even lonely.

I knocked gently. “You’re still here?”

He glanced up, startled for once. “I could ask you the same.”

“I didn’t want to leave the report unfinished.”

He studied me for a moment, then nodded. “Come in. Let’s wrap it up.”

We worked side by side for the next hour, the air filled with quiet typing and the hum of the city beyond the glass. Occasionally our hands brushed when we both reached for the same file. Each time, my pulse jumped.

When I finally stretched and yawned, he said softly, “You should go home, Katherine.”

It was the first time he’d said my name.

Something about the way it sounded in his voice made my heart do an awkward flip.

“I could say the same to you,” I replied. “You look exhausted.”

That almost-smile appeared again. “Comes with the job.”

He looked out the window, voice lower now. “People think success is about control. Truth is, it costs more than anyone sees.”

For a second, I didn’t see the CEO. I saw a man carrying the weight of his father’s company, expectations, and probably a loneliness he’d never admit to.

“You don’t have to do it all alone,” I said quietly.

His gaze met mine—steady, unreadable, yet softer than before. “Careful, Ms. Sandra. That sounds dangerously close to… familiarity.”

I grinned. “Maybe I’m just bad at following rules.”

He shook his head but didn’t look away.

For a moment, the space between us felt charged—like something invisible was waiting for either of us to step closer.

Then he turned back to his laptop. “Go home, Katherine.”

I gathered my things and left, but the warmth in my chest lingered all the way to the elevator.

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(Andrew’s POV – third person)

After she left, Andrew stared at the reflection in the window.

For years, he’d built walls high enough that no one could reach him. Yet somehow, this young woman with ink-stained fingers and unshakable optimism had found the cracks.

He didn’t know if he should repair them—or let her in.

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(End of Chapter Four)