CHAPTER SEVEN

Emma's thoughts raced as she tried to make sense of it all. Questions swirled, but the truth seemed out of reach, slipping away like sand through her fingers.

When Emma received a message to meet Alexander in his office, she felt both nervous and curious. As she entered, their eyes met, and the intensity in his gaze sent a chill down her spine.

"You called for me, Sir?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady, even though her heart was pounding.

Alexander's face was stern, his expression sharp and unyielding. "Sit down, Emma," he said, his tone colder than usual.

As she sat, she could feel his disapproval, heavy and stifling. His eyes were piercing as he began, "I don't like being interrupted, especially in personal matters. What you saw wasn't your concern. Next time, knock before coming into my office. It seems you don't understand the meaning of privacy."

Emma's face burned with embarrassment and frustration. She hadn't expected such a harsh response.

"I'm sorry, Sir. I didn't mean to intrude," she said softly.

His gaze didn't soften. "Intentions don't matter when your actions say otherwise. Remember your place, Emma. You're here to work, not to meddle in things that don't concern you. I won't tolerate this again."

His words stung, and Emma felt a mix of shame and hurt. She nodded, her voice barely audible. "I understand, Sir. It won't happen again."

She left his office with heavy steps, feeling the weight of his reprimand. The encounter left her vulnerable, a stark reminder of the line between her and the mysterious vampire she worked for.

As the day went on, Emma couldn't shake the heaviness of his words. She realized the image she had of him was far from true.

After Alexander scolded Emma so harshly, she focused on her work with quiet determination. She moved through the office unnoticed, keeping her distance from Alexander. She avoided looking at him, and her silence became a way to protect herself from the confusing emotions he stirred in her.

One evening, Emma walked into Alexander's office, and the air felt heavy, as if emotions lingered there. On the floor, a wine glass lay shattered, its pieces scattered like broken memories. She knelt to clean it up, her movements careful and quiet.

As Emma worked, she could feel Alexander watching her. His gaze was heavy, carrying emotions he didn't speak aloud. It felt like he wanted to say something but held back, leaving the silence between them full of meaning Emma couldn't understand.

When Emma finished cleaning, she left the room feeling strange, as though something important had shifted.

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Meanwhile, Alexander sat alone in his grand, dark bedroom. The room was elegant and full of history, with fine decorations and a large, luxurious bed in the center. Moonlight came through the curtains, leaving soft patterns on the walls.

Lying on his bed, Alexander's mind was filled with thoughts of Emma. He couldn't stop thinking about the way she had stayed quiet and distant after he scolded her. It unsettled him. He felt regret, though he didn't understand why.

Her silence had affected him more than he expected. It felt like she was quietly accusing him, and it left him feeling hollow. He couldn't understand why she mattered to him so much. For centuries, he had shut himself off from emotions like this. Now, she had somehow made him care, even though he didn't want to admit it.

The next day, Emma was surprised when Alexander asked her to come and see him. Uneasy, she went to Mr. Harris for advice.

Seeing her worried face, Mr. Harris smiled kindly. "Don't worry, Emma. He probably just has something on his mind. I don't think it's anything bad."

Emma frowned. "It's strange. He's never paid attention to me or my work before," she said, still feeling unsure.

Mr. Harris looked at her thoughtfully. "Calm down Emma. Perhaps maybe there's a lot for you to uncover ."

His words confused Emma, as though he was trying to tell her something important but wasn't saying it clearly. She decided not to think too much about it, even though his words stayed in her mind.

Without knowing it, Emma had taken her first step into Alexander's mysterious world. The secrets and shadows around him were becoming harder to ignore, and their connection was drawing her in.

Emma stepped into Alexander's office, her usual calm appearance hiding the storm of emotions inside her. "Good morning, Sir," she said, her voice steady even though she felt nervous.

Alexander's dark eyes lingered on her, intense and unreadable. He studied her face intensely.

"Why do you always come into my office looking so serious, Emma?" he asked, his smooth voice carrying a hint of amusement. "And why are you so quiet? It makes you... interesting."

Emma frowned slightly, confused by his unexpected words. She searched his face for clues, but his expression gave nothing away.

"I'm just here to work, Sir," she replied, her voice unsteady. "I didn't mean to seem... any other way. I'm really sorry sir."

A small smile appeared on Alexander's lips, one that hinted at thoughts he wasn't sharing. "You don't realize the effect you have on people, Emma," he said softly, his tone almost hypnotic. "Especially on me."

Her heart skipped a beat as his words sank in. She felt an invisible pull toward him, an irresistible force that made no sense but left her breathless and wondering what it all meant.

On him?

But how?

In that moment, Emma realized that her mysterious boss in front of her wasn't just curious there was a deep hunger and desire in his eyes and she could see it so clearly that it even matched her own. It stirred a passion they couldn't ignore. As the tension between them grew, Emma felt like she was standing at the edge of something exciting and dangerous, torn between diving in or staying where it felt safe.

She didn't want to believe it was his promiscuous nature at that moment.