Holden Gillespie POV:
The next morning, I arrived at the office precisely at 7:00 AM, as always. The previous night' s chaos-Leo' s birthday, Adriana' s bizarre outburst, Kassidy' s apartment disaster-had left a sour taste in my mouth, a lingering unease that gnawed at me. But I pushed it down. Work demanded focus.
My assistant had already placed my mail on my desk. Amidst the usual invoices and fan letters, one envelope stood out. A thick, cream-colored document, bearing the logo of a law firm. I ripped it open. Inside, a 'Partnership Dissolution Agreement' -divorce papers. Adriana' s name was neatly printed at the top. My signature, hastily scrawled last night, mocked me from the bottom. I stared at it, a cold dread seeping into my bones. She was actually serious.
Just then, Kassidy breezed in, a vision in a sleek business suit, carrying a folder. She looked surprisingly refreshed, given her 'disaster' last night. She leaned over my desk, her hand resting on my arm, her scent, overly sweet and cloying, filling my nostrils.
"Morning, darling," she purred. "I finished that market analysis report you asked for. All ready for the board meeting today."
I flinched almost imperceptibly at her touch. For some reason, her proximity suddenly felt… suffocating. My mind flashed to Adriana' s calm, efficient presence, the way she had always anticipated my needs, a quiet strength that never demanded attention.
I took the report from Kassidy, my expression instantly hardening into professional scrutiny. "Thank you, Kassidy." I began to read.
Page after page, my frown deepened. The report was a disaster. Typographical errors littered every paragraph. The data was inconsistent, the analysis superficial, and the conclusions were baseless. It was the kind of shoddy work I wouldn't tolerate from an intern, let alone my head publicist.
My blood ran cold. This was completely unacceptable. This would be a public relations catastrophe. I slammed the report onto my desk. "What is this garbage, Kassidy? Did you even proofread this? The numbers don' t add up! This is a complete embarrassment!"
Kassidy' s face drained of color. Her eyes welled up instantly. "Holden! It' s… it' s the best I could do! I was so upset last night, with the flood and everything. I worked on it all night!" She burst into tears, her voice shaky. "If you think I' m so useless, then I' ll just leave! I know I' m not as smart as… as some people!"
She turned and began to walk towards the door, her shoulders shaking with feigned sobs. My hand, without conscious thought, shot out and grabbed her arm. I couldn't let her walk out. Not now. Not right before a major board meeting. What would people say? And she looked so fragile.
"Kassidy, wait," I said, my voice softer than I intended. Her tears seemed to momentarily short-circuit my anger. I just wanted the drama to end.
Then, a sudden, stark realization hit me. I had stopped her. Why? Because she was crying? Because I couldn't face the inconvenience of finding a replacement for a board meeting? My mind, unbidden, conjured Adriana' s face. Adriana never cried. Adriana never made excuses. Adriana just fixed problems, quietly, efficiently, brilliantly. She would have had this report polished to perfection, anticipating every potential flaw before I even saw it.
A strange, unsettling feeling of helplessness washed over me. I looked at Kassidy' s tear-streaked face. Her vulnerability, which once seemed endearing, now felt like a heavy burden.
"I' m nothing," Kassidy wailed, pulling away slightly, her voice thick with self-pity. "If I can' t even do this right, what good am I?" She made another move towards the door.
I exhaled slowly, my head beginning to throb. "Kassidy, stop," I said, my voice weary. "Just… go back to your office. Take the rest of the day off. I' ll handle this."
She hesitated, then, with a sniffle, nodded and left, closing the door softly behind her.
I sank back into my chair, staring at the disastrous report. This wasn' t just a bad report; it was a symptom of a deeper problem. Without Adriana, my carefully constructed façade was crumbling.
I thought of Adriana in the early days. She had come to me fresh out of college, a prodigy with words, a relentless work ethic, and an insatiable hunger to learn. She devoured every book, every article, every industry report. She didn' t just meet expectations; she far exceeded them. She would sit for hours, meticulously crafting sentences, turning my half-baked ideas into eloquent prose. She wasn' t just a ghostwriter; she was my intellectual partner, my co-conspirator in building an empire.
Everyone admired her. Other authors, publicists, even my rivals, would comment on how lucky I was to have such a brilliant assistant, such a talented writer. She was always there, always ready to step in, to solve any problem, to anticipate any need. Her commitment to excellence was unwavering.
Then came that night. The night that changed everything. My drunken mistake, her silent sacrifice. A night I had twisted in my mind, convinced myself she had seduced me, that she had been playing a long game. I had resented her for it, for forcing me into a marriage I didn' t want, for trapping me. And in my resentment, I had punished her, kept her a secret, neglected our son, found solace in the easy, undemanding affection of Kassidy. A rebellion against a forced future.
Now, looking at Kassidy' s inept report, the stark contrast hit me like a physical blow. Kassidy' s easy tears, her fragile ego, her inability to perform under pressure. Adriana, on the other hand, was a force of nature. Strong, proud, capable. She would never have let a report like this see the light of day. She would have fixed it, without a word of complaint.
A wave of nausea washed over me. I missed her. Not just her work, but her. Her quiet competence, her sharp mind, the way she would look at me with those knowing eyes, seeing through all my pretenses.
She was gone. Really gone. And suddenly, for the first time, I felt truly, utterly alone. The thought of facing the board with this garbage report, of trying to rewrite it myself, made my stomach clench. What had I done?
