Protect His Secretary, Abandon His Wife - Chapter 7: Chapter 7
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My eyebrow shot up at Marcus's words. "Your partner?" I asked, curiosity piqued.
A slow, knowing smile spread across Marcus's face as he nodded. "Yes, Rosaline," he rumbled in that deep baritone of his. "I've been watching you. You're sharp, resourceful, and relentless. We'd make one hell of a team."
His intense gaze locked onto mine, sending an unexpected shiver down my spine. There was something unnerving about how those dark eyes seemed to see straight through me.
"What exactly are you proposing?" I narrowed my eyes, not about to play games.
Marcus chuckled, taking his sweet time before answering. "Let's discuss specifics later. But I will say this - it's an offer that'll turn your world upside down."
I bit my lip, torn between curiosity and caution. Part of me wanted to dive headfirst into whatever this mysterious arrangement entailed. The more sensible part screamed that getting involved with Marcus King - the notorious corporate shark who'd reportedly destroyed countless competitors (David included) to maintain his empire - was a terrible idea.
Just as I was weighing my options, Marcus's assistant materialized at his side. "Sir, the investor meeting starts in an hour," he murmured.
Marcus gave a curt nod. "Understood."
Turning back to me, he slid a sleek black card across the table. "My direct line," he said, those piercing eyes holding mine captive. "When you're ready - and you will be - this number reaches me immediately."
He rose to leave but paused at the door, glancing back with those obsidian eyes. "I'll be waiting, Rosaline," he said softly before disappearing with his entourage.
Outside, reality got even stranger. A massive black Lamborghini idled at the curb with two suited men standing sentry. "Mr. King insisted we ensure you reach the airport safely, Miss Rosaline," one said, opening the door.
My laugh came out brittle. "How'd he even know I was leaving the country?"
The bodyguard didn't blink. "Mr. King knows everything about you."
Before I could process that chilling statement, the roar of helicopter blades drowned out my thoughts. There above us, Marcus gazed down from his chopper, offering a casual wave before vanishing into the clouds.
His words played on loop in my mind: the apology, the partnership offer, that loaded promise to wait. Business terminology, sure - but layered with something more... personal.
My head throbbed from overanalyzing when suddenly my phone buzzed. Cinthia's message glowed on the screen: "Thanks for bowing out gracefully. Don't worry - I'll take excellent care of your position... and David's heart."
Without hesitation, I screenshot the text to David before powering off my phone and tossing it in the nearest trash bin.
As the plane descended hours later, dawn's first golden fingers stretched across the horizon - painting the clouds in fiery hues that matched the turmoil in my chest.
A slow, knowing smile spread across Marcus's face as he nodded. "Yes, Rosaline," he rumbled in that deep baritone of his. "I've been watching you. You're sharp, resourceful, and relentless. We'd make one hell of a team."
His intense gaze locked onto mine, sending an unexpected shiver down my spine. There was something unnerving about how those dark eyes seemed to see straight through me.
"What exactly are you proposing?" I narrowed my eyes, not about to play games.
Marcus chuckled, taking his sweet time before answering. "Let's discuss specifics later. But I will say this - it's an offer that'll turn your world upside down."
I bit my lip, torn between curiosity and caution. Part of me wanted to dive headfirst into whatever this mysterious arrangement entailed. The more sensible part screamed that getting involved with Marcus King - the notorious corporate shark who'd reportedly destroyed countless competitors (David included) to maintain his empire - was a terrible idea.
Just as I was weighing my options, Marcus's assistant materialized at his side. "Sir, the investor meeting starts in an hour," he murmured.
Marcus gave a curt nod. "Understood."
Turning back to me, he slid a sleek black card across the table. "My direct line," he said, those piercing eyes holding mine captive. "When you're ready - and you will be - this number reaches me immediately."
He rose to leave but paused at the door, glancing back with those obsidian eyes. "I'll be waiting, Rosaline," he said softly before disappearing with his entourage.
Outside, reality got even stranger. A massive black Lamborghini idled at the curb with two suited men standing sentry. "Mr. King insisted we ensure you reach the airport safely, Miss Rosaline," one said, opening the door.
My laugh came out brittle. "How'd he even know I was leaving the country?"
The bodyguard didn't blink. "Mr. King knows everything about you."
Before I could process that chilling statement, the roar of helicopter blades drowned out my thoughts. There above us, Marcus gazed down from his chopper, offering a casual wave before vanishing into the clouds.
His words played on loop in my mind: the apology, the partnership offer, that loaded promise to wait. Business terminology, sure - but layered with something more... personal.
My head throbbed from overanalyzing when suddenly my phone buzzed. Cinthia's message glowed on the screen: "Thanks for bowing out gracefully. Don't worry - I'll take excellent care of your position... and David's heart."
Without hesitation, I screenshot the text to David before powering off my phone and tossing it in the nearest trash bin.
As the plane descended hours later, dawn's first golden fingers stretched across the horizon - painting the clouds in fiery hues that matched the turmoil in my chest.
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