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.

throb sent waves of discomfort coursing up her leg, making every moment of standing increasingly unbearable. She had no

to address any misunderstandings personally,” Brian

winter’s chill. “That won’t

harm. I know about your relationship with Brian. I shouldn’t have allowed him to comfort me or sought his help. But my claustrophobia—it overwhelmed me. I was terrified. Don’t let this create a rift between

word, each glistening tear crafted

was the kind of display that typically wrapped men around her finger,

saw through

theatrical displays are wasted here. And if you

perfectly constructed mask

spectacularly. She’d expected easy forgiveness, not this steel-spined

things worse. My attempts at reconciliation have failed. Rachel’s rejection

turned away strategically, dabbing at fresh tears with

was seamless, every movement designed to evoke

gentle as summer rain. “Here, dry your eyes. I harbor

mean that?” Tracy’s voice quavered

In the expansive office, their gazes intertwined with unmistakable tenderness

this scene

mental preparations, steeling herself for this moment, the reality struck deeper than any

feel like an outsider—a

now seemed trivial compared to the crushing pressure building in her chest, an invisible weight that threatened

you help me?” Tracy’s voice dripped with sweetness as she dabbed her eyes, tugging

course,” Brian acquiesced, turning to address

earlier stemmed purely from fear, nothing more. You’ve always been so understanding, Rachel. Surely you can

word

smile carried arctic frost. “You seem quite confident in reading my thoughts. What makes you so

features, surprise

had clearly

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

flowed anew as she clung to Brian’s sleeve, the perfect picture of