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.

her leg, making every moment of standing

address any misunderstandings personally,” Brian explained,

smile held winter’s chill. “That won’t be

forth on cue, her features arranged in perfect distress. “Rachel, please understand. I never intended any harm. I know about your relationship with Brian. I shouldn’t have allowed him to comfort me or sought his

each glistening tear

of display that typically wrapped men around her finger,

saw

your professional duties. Your theatrical displays are wasted here. And if you truly respect my relationship with Brian, maintain appropriate boundaries instead of clinging to

perfectly constructed mask cracked,

strategy of orchestrating this apology before Brian had backfired spectacularly. She’d

beside Brian. “Brian, I’ve only made things worse. My attempts at reconciliation have failed. Rachel’s rejection is entirely my

away strategically, dabbing at fresh

was seamless, every movement designed to

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

Tracy’s voice quavered with

In the expansive office, their gazes intertwined with

this scene unfold exactly as she had anticipated

for this moment, the

Rachel feel like an outsider—a

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

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

to address Rachel

darkness and confined spaces. That embrace earlier stemmed purely from fear, nothing more. You’ve always

word

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

Brian’s features, surprise evident in

clearly caught him off

maintained her glacial smile. “You hope I can forgive her? Simple enough. She needs

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