THE SECRETARY'S REVENGE

Sophia's Point of View

I am aware of all his secrets, yet he is unaware that I love him.

The time on my desk clock reads eight thirty

Everyone else went home hours ago. The big office building feels empty and quiet. Only the soft hum of computers and the city lights outside keep me company.

I open Nicholas's calendar for tomorrow. Meeting with the bank at nine. Lunch with Mr. Peterson at noon. Conference call with London at three. I write little notes next to each one. The things he needs to remember. The files he should bring. The coffee he likes best.

This is what I do. I make his life perfect.

Nicholas Blackwood sits in the big corner office. I can see him reading documents under his stylish lamp through his glass door. His dark locks cascade over his brow when he focuses

He runs his fingers through it when he thinks hard. I have watched him do this a thousand times.

I love watching him.

The security guard walked by ten minutes ago. He waved at me through the glass doors. "Working late again, Miss Chen?" he asked. I just smiled and nodded. He doesn't understand. This isn't just work for me. This is love.

I sort through Nicholas's mail. Bills for his fancy car. Letters from his lawyer. An invitation to a charity dinner. I know which ones are important. Which ones can wait. Which ones will make him smile?

There's a photo on my desk. Nicholas and I at the company party last year. We're standing apart, being professional. But I can see it in his eyes. The manner in which he gazes at me. As if I am the sole individual present in the space.

My computer beeps. A message regarding the board meeting scheduled for tomorrow. I went over it twice to ensure I comprehend everything

Nicholas will need the financial reports. The presentation slides. His lucky pen. The blue one his father gave him.

I notice these small details because I am observant. Due to my unique feelings for him that no one else shares.

My phone vibrates. A message from Nicholas. "Could you step in here?"

My heart leaps just as it always does.I smooth my skirt and gaze at my hair in my small mirror. I wish to seem perfect for him.

I rap on his door. "Enter," he replies, not raising his gaze.

The scent of his cologne fills his office

Expensive and warm. The leather chairs. The wooden desk that costs more than my car. This is his world. A world I get to be part of because I work here.

"Sophia, you're still here," he says. Now he looks at me. His blue eyes are tired but he smiles. "You work too hard."

"I wanted to finish your schedule for next week." I place the papers on his desk. Our fingers touch when he takes them. Just for a second. But my skin tingles.

"What would