Whispers Of The Billionaire's heart

mes to know that he doesn't have one. Or perhaps he did, and I was just exaggerating. All I cared about

desk. His face held no emotion as I made my way to the seat, although I couldn'

ut it was quickly replaced by his usual impassive expression. He said nothing as I tried

my hands clasped tightly in my lap, willing myself to remain composed. My hear

," he began, his voice as cold and detached as his eyes. "Your performanc

understand, sir. I will do my

assessing the sincerity of my word

as a waitress, Miss Turner. Your résumé is ex

rsonal issues, I decided to step away from the corporate world. The stress and high expectations were taking a toll on

left behind a promising career for a job tha

metimes, a person needs to find solace in simplicity. La B

ose my words carefully. I didn

e was suffocating, and I could feel my pulse quickening under his scrutiny. Finally, he spoke, his voice as cool

t the ordeal was over. But even as I walked out, the tension lingered, a heavy reminder that I couldn't let my guard down. I hoped Mr. Sterlin

ning my face for any hint of what had transpired. "So, what

hat stuff," I replied dismissively, forcing a casual smile. I

al banter subdued by the undercurrent of unease I couldn't quite shake. As we left the restaurant, I

biting wind. The streetlights flickered on, casting long shadows on the pavement as I made my way home

to the mundane-what I'd make for dinner, the laundry I still hadn't done-until a prickling sen

ud, too stark. I glanced over my shoulder, but the street behind me was empty, save for a few parked cars an

pened, it wasn't surprising that I was on edge. But the unease wouldn't leave

wind. The shadows seemed to stretch out towards me, dark fingers reaching across the pavement. I

artment was just a few blocks away. I could make it. I just needed to keep moving

h the lock. I could still hear the footsteps behind me, closing in. My vision blurred with p

st heaving as I tried to catch my breath. My ears strained to c

The street outside was empty, just as it had been before. No sign of an

led up in the sink, laundry overflowing in the basket, and the couch still sagging in the middle. But there was something else in th

nease deepening with every step. I nudged the door open,

ere a deep, blood-red, and it looked eerily out of place against my faded sheets. I knew that rose-knew it all to

this be here? I reached out with trembling fingers, my hand hovering above the rose before pulling back. Th

but all I could feel was the icy grip of fear tightening around my chest. The roo

eemed untouched. It was just this one rose, lying there like a ghost from my past, mocking me

sion, shattered in an instant. Daniel-was he back? Had he found me? The thought sen

verything, but what could she do? What could anyone do? Running felt pointless-I'd done enough of that

The past was catching up to me, no matter how fast or far I ran. The rose lay there, a sinister reminder t