Page 59 of Stronger Than Fate
«Left at 6:30. Didn’t want to wake you because you were sleeping like an angel.
I’ll call you later»
I looked at the clock, it was seven-thirty in the morning, and I needed to get up. I would have liked to have him by my side and enjoy his company during breakfast, but I couldn’t expect him to keep arriving late to his office; the day before he had already left much earlier than his usual schedule.
I took a shower, put on a beige pantsuit with a white shirt and stilettos. I pulled my hair up in a high ponytail with a slightly messy touch and applied natural-looking makeup.
When I arrived at the office it was still early, so I poured myself a coffee and got to work.
A little before nine, Cameron peeked through the door to let me know he had arrived.
“Boss, did you fall out of bed?” he asked.
“You talk as if I always arrive late. And let me tell you that I’m considering changing assistants because mine is a first-class gossip.”
He looked at me seriously and decided to come in.
“I’m sorry for telling Bastian that you didn’t look well. I know I’m just your assistant and shouldn’t get involved in these things, but I worry about you,” he said sincerely, and I noticed he was embarrassed.
“To that I can only say, thank you,” I stated, looking at him with a smile.
Cameron looked at me and smiled shyly.
“We haven’t known each other for that long, but both your brothers and you have always been spectacular to me, and I care about all of you, especially you since we have the most contact. I didn’t like seeing you sad, and I thought your brother should know that you had been crying, because it was obvious you’d been crying quite a bit,” he stated.
“You’re more than my assistant, and I care about you too. Now go because you’ve made me emotional, and if I start crying again and Bastian asks, I’ll tell him you’re the one to blame this time,” I pointed out, smiling.
“Okay, boss, I’m leaving before I end up unemployed,” he joked, turned around and left laughing.
A while later my intercom buzzed, but before I could answer it, my office door opened and Henry burst in like a whirlwind. I was startled and looked at him with surprise.
“We need to talk,” he stated, in a tone louder than normal and with an expression of concern that left me bewildered.
“Miss Dukart, the gentleman wouldn’t wait for your consent,” Cameron informed me, with the formality he always used with visitors.
“Don’t worry, Cameron, thank you,” I said to reassure him, and I got up from my chair to meet Henry.
I observed that Henry looked him up and down and then spoke in a serious and authoritative tone.
“I’m Miss Dukart’s boyfriend, I don’t need to be announced.”
Cameron observed him for a few seconds and then looked at me seeking an explanation.
“Cameron, this is Henry Woollardy, my boyfriend. Henry, this is Cameron Saré, my assistant.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Woollardy,” Cameron greeted, though by his expression he was still quite bewildered. Henry nodded his head. “Miss Dukart, I’ll leave now, let me know if you need anything.”
“Thank you, Cameron.”
When the door closed, Henry looked at me seriously, and I noticed he was quite agitated, which surprised me, but I approached him and without saying anything, I hugged him.
“Were you already missing me, champion?”
“Dalina, I’m not in the mood for jokes. I need to talk to you seriously,” he said, and he pulled away and took a seat in one of the armchairs in my office.
I looked at him strangely, but didn’t say anything and went to sit next to him.
“What’s going on?”
