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 explained, his

winter’s chill. “That won’t

with Brian. I shouldn’t have allowed him to comfort me or sought his

trembling word, each

of display that typically wrapped men around her

Rachel saw

displays are wasted here. And if you truly respect my relationship with Brian, maintain appropriate boundaries instead

mask cracked,

apology before Brian had backfired spectacularly. She’d expected easy forgiveness, not this steel-spined rejection. This

sought refuge beside Brian. “Brian, I’ve only made things worse. My

at fresh tears with

act was seamless, every movement designed to evoke

her a tissue, his voice gentle as summer rain. “Here, dry

mean that?” Tracy’s voice quavered with carefully calculated

friendship?” In the expansive office, their gazes intertwined with unmistakable tenderness and affection, painting

this scene unfold exactly as she had

herself for this moment, the reality struck deeper than any

and Tracy complemented each other perfectly, making Rachel feel like an outsider—a misplaced piece in their

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

you help me?” Tracy’s voice dripped with sweetness as she dabbed

Brian acquiesced, turning to address Rachel with calculated

confined spaces. That embrace earlier stemmed purely from fear, nothing

The word

“You seem quite confident in reading my thoughts. What makes

Brian’s features, surprise evident in his

had clearly caught him off

can forgive her? Simple enough. She needs only to vanish from our presence, maintain her distance, and

she clung to Brian’s