Antonio
As if flirting with Michael Black wasn't enough, Sylvie had begun riding to work with him. I watched the two of them alight from Michael's vehicle with smiles on their faces, and it made my blood boil over with jealousy.
It's barely been two weeks since Michael Black got in town, and somehow he and Sylvie had gotten closer than we ever did throughout the years she worked as my secretary. I never for once imagined Sylvie as a potential love interest, but ever since she got close to Michael Black, I had suddenly developed some sort of interest in her. She seemed like a worthless vase at first, but in the possession of the wealthy, she had suddenly gained value and had become something desirable for once.
"Good morning, Mr Black." I greeted as the two passed by. Sylvie and I locked eyes for a second, and in her eyes were flames I once saw when we had our fling. Without a doubt, I could tell she was falling for Michael Black, and she was falling quickly.
"Good morning Antonio." Michael replied with a voice I was not used to. He seemed bright, a complete contrast to the cold ruthless I once knew. Something had changed in him, and all of it had happened since Sylvie became his assistant. I had my suspicions that they were up to something, but now those were no longer suspicions, I had confirmed that something was indeed going on between them, and I was determined to find out what.
After I was done with handing out the requested files of the morning, I returned to my office and met Amelie at the printer. We weren't very close, but she was definitely a hardworking lady. She always did her best to build up some sort of relationship with me, but I'd been so focused on Sylvie that I barely recognised her existence.
"I've printed the files you needed, is there something else you'd like me to do?" Amelie informed me the moment I was settled behind my desk.
"You're a good friend of Sylvie's, is that right?" I asked as I scribbled away at some papers.
"We are friends, but I can't tell if we're good friends." Amelie replied softly before walking forward to drop the printed files on my desk. She looked at me with an inquisitive stare before mustering the courage to question me. "Is there something you'd like to know about Sylvie?"
I smiled inwardly at how desperate she was. She was so desperate to get on my good side that she was willing to sell out information about her friend without me even having to ask. It was perfect, Amelie could be the perfect pawn to get back at Sylvie.
"Actually yes." I replied before dropping the pen in my hand. I looked up and met her gaze, and then out of the blue flashed her a seductive smile. "Tell me everything you know about her since Michael Black returned to office."
Amelie raised a finger to her chin and took a few seconds to recollect her thoughts. "She became his secretary out of the blue, we went for the business trip, her house flooded, we returned—"
"Wait! Her house got flooded?" I interjected out of shock.
Amelie nodded, "You didn't hear about it? I thought she must have told you."
For someone who's apartment got flooded, Sylvie seemed very happy. With her financial status, she should have been out in the streets by now, but it was the complete opposite. She seemed to be thriving, even her sense of fashion had increased exponentially just a day after the trip.
"Where does she stay now? Do you have any idea of the hotel she might be staying at?" I questioned Amelie and watched as her brow furrowed in both shock and disbelief.
"Hotel? She's not staying in a hotel, she lives with Michael Black now. Don't you know this?"
"How am I supposed to know?!" I yelled at her. A loud bang on the table accompanied by frustration. "I'm sorry, being left in the dark can be infuriating sometimes." I chuckled, and Amelie sheepishly accepted my half-baked apology.
After a brief second of silence, Amelie carried on with her rundown of everything. "She mentioned something about being Michael Black's girlfriend. I have no idea if they're official, but if she's living with him, then chances are that they're togeth—."
I felt my blood go cold, and I immediately raised a hand to silence Amelie. One more news like that and I might lose myself. I had no idea why I felt this way for Sylvie. Weeks ago she was nothing more than a disposable secretary who was nothing but obsessed about me. She had been somebody I used to deal with heartbreaks, but now I was genuinely missing the nights we spent together in each other's arms.
"You may leave." I said before waving Amelie off dismissively. I rose from my seat and immediately left my office for a cup of coffee. I would have ordered for Amelie to get it, but I needed to walk off the information I'd just received.
That Sylvie, she was a player, she had me on her bed while she was playing love with our boss behind my back. It explained why Michael had been so shocked when he found us together, and why Sylvie was in such a haste to apologize to him. If they were smiling at each other and living together, it probably meant that Michael had forgiven her. I didn't want to say it, but it seemed as though Michael Black was the desperate one.
As I reached for the plastic cup by the side, I made contact with a familiar touch. I'd been distracted by my thoughts, and she had been distracted by the phone call she was on at the moment. The both of us locked eyes, and the tension suddenly skyrocketed.
"Sylvie.." I called out to her, my voice tight with determination and rage.
"Is something the problem Mr Carlos?" She returned in her usual formal tone.
"Drop the formalities, I just want us to have a normal conversation, dinner by seven?" I asked and she immediately shook her head sideways.
"I have plans tonight, sorry." She poured herself a cup of coffee before walking away as though I was some random stranger trying to get at her.
I glared at her, my eyes stuck at the rhythmic movement of her hips rather than focusing on my overflowing cup.
"Mr Carlos, your cup is full." One of the employees walking by informed me, and only then did I react to the big liquid spilling on my hand. Sylvia Mulberry had definitely grown wings and it was clear she had started a game, one that I was determined to win.