In the eye of the Storm

eart pounding as I quickly grabbed my purse off the be

d their suitcases, and I struggled to move throug

y office building, flashing my ID badge at the receptionist. I

on as if my life depended on it. Finally, the doors slid open, and I squeezed

ice, the sound of my heels echoing loudly against the floor. I fumbled for my keycard and

e I started to regain my composure, my boss, Mr. Tho

e, please?" he asked, with a tone

his gaze pierced through me with a co

al, "do you understand the concept of punctuality? O

f dealing with Mr. Thompson's misogynistic

cing myself to maintain eye contact despi

t's what you always say, isn't it? You women don't understand

insisted, my voice steady despite the rising tide of an

e, his gaze lingering on me in

h menace. "Because I won't hesitate to find so

y sides, struggling to k

hrough gritted teeth, already counting down

e disappeared, he glanced back at me with a smirk. "And try to look a little mo

d as i let out a frustrated sigh, my hands trembling with suppressed rage. It wa

new that standing up to Mr. Thompson would o

ep down inside and focused on ge

ng computer. As the assistant manager of the marketing department. I had a whole

y phone buzzed with an incoming call. I glanced at

is Daphne,"

the voice on the other end. "I wanted to discuss the pro

for the elusive documents, my fingers flying acr

voice broke through the silence,

hastily. "I'm just trying to lo

to be rude, but this is unlike you. You should have had the documents ready. I did inform you that I

I responded, my heart sinking with each passing momen

tration mounting. Finally, just as I was about to accept that I coul

ing through me as I clicked open the file

nk you, Daphne. I appreciate your efforts," he said, his tone softer now. "I'm not sure what

e again for my delay," I said with a

h the surface. "Did I offend somebody?" I sighed, hoisting my bag onto my shoulder as I p

"I know your secret, Miss Blackhaurt. Head over to Moonlight Brew C

t heard or thought of for the past six years of carefully guarding my secret, and now someone knew. Panic threatened to consume

d on my screen, this time more ominous than the last: "This isn'

acing with uncertainty and dread. Ignoring it was no longer an

iving in less than twenty minutes. As I stepped inside, the bell above the

a corner booth, deliberately choosing a seat th

" With a tap of the send button, I held my breath, scanning the faces ar

my spine as a tall, imposing man approached my table with purposeful strides. His features were obscured

ing gaze, his eyes dark and inscrutable. "May I

my heart racing with apprehens

whisper as he leaned in closer. His words sent a wave of dread w

realization dawned. It was him-the man from the

ood to see you agai

ou?" I questioned, my brow

I the only one who enjoyed o

do you mean, 'our conversation'... I'm sorry, but I think you have the wrong person," I inter

ed himself. "Oh, my bad. Miss Collins, I mean. In

d. 'Listen to me, s

Baxter, not sir

r. Baxter, as

again. "That isn't how you should a

ion to call me so informally. Wait, what? My future husband? Are

ter whispered under his breath, with a

You know, the one that wouldn't let y

ning in shock and surprise, my heart ra

t at the club suddenly came rush

me as much as I missed you, seeing as it took you this lo

, my voice filled with seriousness as I gathere

k I said, you can dismiss it as complete and utter nonsense, okay? Are we good?

eave, my tone firm but

I felt a firm large hand pull me back down to the seat. Startled

t, "will you marry me? Oh this is just the b

e a joke?" I exclaimed, my voice a mix of

ares of anyone, I got up a

amn it, damn it, damn it! It's already been such a shit day, but this... this is just too much. Fuc