His Cold Heart, My Fiery Soul

lse tightening slightly before she stood up. As she stepped into Wilson's office moments later, she didn't wait to be told to speak. "You wanted to see me," she said, her v

then did as instructed, the quiet cl

s my job," she replied. Wilson's gaze sharpened slightly. "No," he said. "That's beyond your job." A brief silence followed before he pushed a thick stack of files toward her. "You're taking

d back slightly, his eyes never leaving her face. "I'm giving you an opportunity," he said. "What you do with it determines whether you stay here." Delphine let out a slow breath. "An

ine met his gaze directly. "I assumed that already," she replied. A faint shift passed through his expression, almost approval, but gone before it could settle. "Good," he said. "Because I

ng too fast," a voice said beside her. She glanced up to see a colleague watching her with mild concern. "Or you're going too slow," she replied without looking away from the docume

d. She flipped it open quickly, her eyes scanning. "This clause is inconsistent," she said almost immediately. "It contradicts the earlier agreement." Wilson watched her carefully. "And the impl

o Delphine. "I need information on her," he said bluntly. Delphine froze slightly, her grip tightening on the file. "Excuse me?" she asked. The man didn't

htened slightly. "You don't get to ask that," she said. The man's eyes flicked to her briefly, something unreadable passing through them. "I

e door closed behind him, but the tension didn't leave with him. Delphine exhaled slowly, her heart still racing. "Who was that?" she asked. Wilson didn't answer imm

n." Another pause followed, longer this time. "Then pay attention to your work," he replied. Delphine held his gaze for a second longer before lo

focused, precise, but her mind kept circling back. Then her phone vibrate

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ntly. "Nothing," she said. His gaze didn't move. "You hesitated," he said. She met his

sage. Wilson was watching her, closely, intensely and it made her chest tighten in a way she couldn't explain. She finally looked down at the screen and read the words slowly. "You cannot trust anyone. Not

mmediately, but somet

it once, his jaw tightening just slightly before he exhaled slowly. "This isn't random," he said. "Someone is watching you." Delphine let out a small, tense laugh.

appening, something like this shows up." Wilson took another step closer, lowering his voice. "Then listen to me carefully," he said. "Whatever this is, it didn't start today." Delphine

diately, and that hesitation made her pulse spike. "Say something," she demanded quietly. Before he could respond, a file suddenly slid off her desk, crashing onto the floor as papers scatte

oked down at it this time. Delphine swallowed before unlocking the screen. "Leave now." Her breath hitched slightly. "This isn't funny anymore," she whispere

ts own." He read it, his expression tightening as the words updated in real time. "You're not supposed to be here." A cold silence settled between them.

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