Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 7

Chapter 7:

Rachel remained unmoved by the ringing phone, her expression a mask of practiced indifference.

“Tell him I’m preoccupied with work,” she stated flatly.

Samira, ever diplomatic, couldn’t mirror such directness. “I apologize, Mr. White, but Ms. Marsh is currently engaged in important matters. I’ll notify her of your message when she’s available.”

“Is that right?” Brian’s voice carried a sharp edge of displeasure. “Have her in my office within five minutes.”

His words fell like ice, brooking no argument.

Uncertainty flickered across Samira’s features. “Ms. Marsh, how should we proceed?”

Rachel drew in a measured breath, meeting her assistant’s concerned gaze. “Prepare the car and wait for me. I won’t be long.”

The moment Rachel’s knuckles met the polished wood of the top-floor office door, Tracy’s honeyed voice drifted through. “Please enter.”

As the door swung open, an electric silence filled the space between their locked gazes.

“Rachel, what a pleasure,” Tracy practically glided forward, her welcome dripping with sweetness.

She extended her hand in greeting.

Rachel deftly sidestepped the attempted contact, her movement subtle but deliberate.

Tracy’s composure faltered, her eyes growing glossy with tears as she turned to Brian. “You see? Rachel hasn’t forgiven me.”

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Unwilling to witness their theatrical display of closeness, Rachel cut to the chase. “Mr. White, what requires my immediate attention?”

Her stilettos had become instruments of torture, the swelling ankle trapped within screaming its protest.

moment of standing increasingly unbearable. She had no time

feels compelled to address any misunderstandings personally,” Brian

held winter’s chill. “That won’t be necessary. Her apology means nothing to

harm. I know about your relationship with Brian. I shouldn’t have allowed him to comfort me or sought his help. But

word, each glistening tear crafted to evoke

the kind of display that typically

saw through

duties. Your theatrical displays are wasted here. And if you truly respect my relationship with

mask

before Brian had backfired spectacularly. She’d expected easy forgiveness, not

gracefully, Tracy sought refuge beside Brian. “Brian, I’ve only made things worse. My attempts at reconciliation have failed.

at fresh tears with

act was seamless, every movement designed

tissue, his voice gentle as summer rain. “Here, dry your eyes. I harbor no

voice

friendship?” In the expansive office, their gazes

his fiancée, watching this scene unfold exactly as she had

for this moment, the reality struck deeper than any imagined

Tracy complemented each other perfectly, making Rachel feel like an outsider—a misplaced

crushing pressure building in her chest, an invisible weight that threatened to suffocate her very

voice dripped with sweetness as she dabbed her eyes, tugging at Brian’s sleeve with practiced

Brian acquiesced, turning to

That embrace earlier stemmed purely from fear, nothing

The word

carried arctic frost. “You seem quite confident in reading

features, surprise evident in his

had clearly caught

glacial smile. “You hope I can forgive her? Simple enough. She needs only to vanish from our presence, maintain her

she clung to Brian’s sleeve, the perfect picture