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.

making every moment of standing increasingly unbearable. She had no time

misunderstandings personally,”

held winter’s chill. “That won’t be necessary. Her apology

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 help. But my claustrophobia—it overwhelmed me. I was terrified. Don’t let this

masterful—every trembling word, each glistening tear crafted

display that typically wrapped men

Rachel saw through

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

constructed mask

backfired spectacularly. She’d expected easy forgiveness, not

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

at

every movement designed to

as summer rain. “Here, dry your eyes.

that?” Tracy’s voice quavered with carefully

expansive office, their gazes intertwined with unmistakable tenderness and

his fiancée, watching this scene unfold exactly as she had

moment, the reality

Rachel feel like an

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

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

Brian acquiesced, turning to address Rachel with

fear, nothing more. You’ve always been so

word mocked

carried arctic frost. “You seem quite confident

clouded Brian’s features, surprise

defiance had clearly

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

she clung to Brian’s sleeve,