The Boss Admirer

The Scars She Hid From The World

REGINA MCBRIDE

The heavy iron gates of the Wilderness Correction Camp groaned as they released me after three years of state-sponsored hell. I stood on the dirt road, clutching a plastic bag that held my entire life, waiting for the family that claimed they sent me there for "rehab." My brother, Brady, picked me up in a luxury SUV only to throw me out onto a deserted highway in the middle of a brewing storm. He told me I was a "public relations nightmare" and that the rain might finally wash the "stink" of the camp off me. He drove away, leaving me to limp miles through the mud on a snapped ankle. When I finally dragged myself to our family estate, my mother didn't offer a hug; she gasped in horror because my muddy clothes were ruining her Italian marble. They didn't give me my old room back. Instead, they banished me to a moldy gardener’s shack and hired a "babysitter" to make sure I didn't embarrass them further. My sister, Kaleigh, stood there in white cashmere, pretending to cry while clinging to her fiancé, Ambrose—the man who had once been mine. They all treated me like a volatile junkie, refusing to acknowledge that Kaleigh was the one who planted the drugs in my bag three years ago. They wanted to believe I was broken so they wouldn't have to feel guilty about the "wellness retreat" that was actually a torture chamber. I sat in the dark of that shed, feeling the cooling gel on the cigarette burns that covered my arms, and realized they had made a fatal mistake. They thought they had erased me, but I had returned with a roadmap of scars and a hidden satellite phone. At dinner, I didn't beg for their love. I simply rolled up my sleeves and showed them the price of their silence. As the wine spilled and the lies crumbled, I sent a single text to the only person I trusted: "I'm in. Let them simmer." The hunt was finally on.

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Sarah slouched at her desk, her gaze fixed on the computer screen in front of her. After more than a year at the advertising agency, the job had lost its sparkle. It wasn't the glamorous and exciting career she had imagined.

Lost in thought, Sarah hardly noticed her co-worker, Paul, approaching her. He sauntered over, a sly grin on his face. "What's going on, Sarah?" he asked.

She shrugged, looking uninterested. "Nothing much. Just trying to plow through all this work."

Paul's grin widened as he handed her a pink envelope, her name delicately scrawled on it. "Well, maybe this will spice up your day."

Curiosity sparked in Sarah's eyes as she raised an eyebrow. "What's this?"

"You'll find out," Paul said, his voice dripping with mystery, before sauntering back to his desk.

With anticipation, Sarah tore open the envelope and unfolded the paper inside. Her gaze scanned the handwritten words, and disbelief coursed through her veins. It was a love letter.

A blush warmed her cheeks as she read the words, "I've watched you effortlessly glide into work each day. Your allure and mystery have captivated me. My feelings for you have grown strong, and I can no longer hide them. Forgive my audacity, but I am deeply in love with you. Your smile illuminates my world, and I would be honored to have a date with you at The Pearl tomorrow night at 7:00. I eagerly await your response, your secret admirer."

Sarah's heart quickened as she read the letter again, trying to unravel the identity of the mysterious sender.

A glance around the office revealed her co-workers engrossed in their work, oblivious to the love letter resting on her desk. Sarah reread the words, trying to make sense of it all. Love letters were not commonplace, especially not at work. But something about this letter ignited a spark of excitement within her.

The day dragged on, but Sarah couldn't shake the thoughts of the anonymous love letter. Who could it be? Was it someone from the office, or perhaps a suitor she had failed to notice? Or was it all a cruel prank? Her mind buzzed with possibilities.

Despite her reservations, Sarah couldn't deny the flattery that coursed through her veins. Against her better judgment, she found herself captivated by the prospect of a romantic rendezvous.

As the clock finally struck five, Sarah gathered her belongings, slipping the love letter into her purse. She told herself she would contemplate it further once she reached home.

Exiting the building, Sarah felt a tingle of excitement. This was the most thrilling thing to happen in months. She couldn't help but wonder what awaited her the following day. Would she meet her admirer at The Pearl? And if she did, would it be genuine adoration or a charade?

Lost in her thoughts, Sarah noticed a shadowy figure observing her from across the street. She dismissed it as a figment of her imagination and carried on, but the figure began to approach. Fear raced through her veins as she fumbled for her keys, desperately trying to unlock her car door.

Just when she believed she was safe, a menacing whisper reached her ears, "I hope the love letter brought you joy, Sarah. It's only the beginning." She whipped around to confront the source of the voice, but there was no one there.

Trembling with apprehension, Sarah managed to enter her car, her heart pounding. She sat there for a moment, gasping for breath, trying to soothe her racing pulse. As she drove home, she pondered the identity and intentions of the mysterious figure.

Upon arriving at her shared residence, Sarah discovered her housemate's girlfriend, Emma, lounging on the couch, clutching a glass of wine and a bag of popcorn.

"Hey, Emma," Sarah greeted, forcing a smile. "What brings you here?"

Emma grinned mischievously. "Just thought I'd crash and hang with you, girl. What's got you looking like you've seen a ghost?"

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