Believe Me.

His words really shocked me into silence.After pushing the boundaries of our relationship, Lance got ready for work and invited me to join him. He explained that his secretary had abruptly quit due to personal reasons, leaving him in need of a personal assistant. I hesitated at first but agreed, finding the idea of staying at home alone quite dull.Rushing to get ready, I struggled to leave the comfort of the bed, feeling unusually weighed down. Lance, always playful, teased me about my sluggishness.(My Mind It's all his fault).Arriving at the company, I felt a rush of nerves walking beside Lance. The employees greeted him with deference, bowing as if he were royalty. I couldn't help noticing a few women who seemed overly familiar, trying to catch Lance's eye.In his office, Lance introduced me to everyone and set up a workspace for me. Kevin briefed me on my tasks, which included managing Lance's schedule and handling his personal affairs. As I immersed myself in the files, our interactions with Chen grew more frequent, deepening our friendship. However, Lance's jealousy simmered beneath the surface, occasionally manifesting in his unique way of showing affection, which often left me flustered.Weeks passed, and tensions rose as everyone focused on their tasks. Lance entrusted me with a crucial project, complete with sketches of breathtaking designs. These dresses were like something out of a dream, pivotal in an upcoming competition against the Tree Company. Only a select few, including Lance, Chen, Kevin, and myself, had access to these plans.One day, panic set in as I discovered the sketches were missing. Despite frantic searching, the sketches remained elusive. I braced myself and informed Lance, expecting his anger, but instead, he fell into a grave silence, intensifying my anxiety.With the big day looming closer and no trace of the sketches, the pressure mounted. I held the key to Lance's project, and the design team's reluctance to create something new added to the urgency of the situation. Lance's silence spoke volumes, signaling the gravity of the setback we faced.His words struck me dumb, leaving me in stunned silence.As the sky outside darkened, a tense hush fell over the office. The clock ticked towards 10:00 pm, casting a somber mood over the few of us gathered there—Kevin, a man in his late 40s, Lance's friends, and me. Then, Kevin's voice cut through the quiet, announcing a theft that sent shockwaves through the room. The missing sketch, crucial to Lance's project, had allegedly landed in the hands of the Tree company, stolen by the man Kevin had brought in.Lance's usually composed demeanor cracked under the weight of betrayal. His anger erupted into a physical confrontation as he lunged at the accused man, no one daring to intervene in the face of Lance's unprecedented fury. It was a side of him I had never seen before—a side that sent chills down my spine.The accused man pleaded for mercy, then pointed an accusing finger in my direction, claiming I had sold the sketch to him. My mind raced with disbelief and outrage. How could anyone concoct such a blatant lie?In a moment of instinctive defense, I found my voice, demanding to know why he was fabricating such accusations. But his persistence only fueled my anger, though I held back, mindful of his elder status.Inside, a storm of thoughts battled for dominance. I clung to the certainty that Lance, who knew me better than anyone, would see through this deceit. Surely, he wouldn't doubt my integrity or our love...Yet, when Lance's voice thundered accusations at me, accusing me of being money-minded and cheap, it shattered my world. I pleaded desperately, trying to make him understand that I was innocent, that this was all a malicious ploy.His words, cold and cutting, left me reeling. The touch that once promised safety and love now pushed me away, leaving me to fall, both physically and emotionally._ROSE_...