Miss Guvanchi POV
The morning sunlight slanted through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting her office in streaks of gold and silver. Miss Guvanchi moved methodically, her hands gliding over the marble desk, her expression cold and taut. Every detail mattered—every schedule, every file, every minute accounted for—but today, the irritation in her chest was sharper than usual. The world seemed loud, intrusive, and utterly contemptible.
Her heels clicked against the polished floors as she straightened papers, adjusted the diamond-studded pen holder, and muttered curses under her breath. Stupid contractors… useless staff… why can't anything function without my supervision?
The office was her home now, she slept there even thought she had a grand mansion the penthouse was a marvel to behold true but it was nothing to compare to her home but somehow she preferred the office.
And then he walked in.
Cameron.
He stood frozen in the doorway, eyes wide, staring as if he'd walked into a painting he couldn't comprehend. His gaze swept over her, and something strange happened
Her breath quickened, her tights became jittery and her cheeks flushed and red it was one thing to be walked in on dressing but that wasn't the feeling she felt seen by a man and goodness knows that she scares any man she's around they barely even have the courage to look at her.
She still felt some flash of heat or recognition which caused her her chest to tighten.
When she finally regained her composure she squeezed her face which was livid with anger . Embarrassment, anger, and disbelief collided all at once.
"Get out!" she barked, her voice cutting like a whip.
"You stupid worthless bruite, swine animal" Vulgarities tumbled from her mouth before she could stop herself, sharp and venomous. "I don't care who you are, what you want, or why you're standing there! OUT!"
Cameron remained. Calm, disarming, impossible.
"Guvy," he said softly, and the word made her freeze. How does he know that? Her hands clenched at her sides, pulse rising.
"You—how dare you—?" she started, voice cracking with fury.
"You look… astonishing," he continued, eyes sincere, unwavering.
For a second, she thought her heart had betrayed her. Her lips parted in shock, disbelief etched in every line of her face. He stopped, as if realizing the storm he had unleashed, and quickly apologized.
"I—I'm sorry, Miss Guvanchi. I didn't mean to intrude. I'll leave."
He backed out of the room, his presence receding but leaving a hollow warmth in the space he'd occupied.
Miss Guvanchi's gaze fell to the framed photograph of her late husband on the desk. His smile, warm and knowing, seemed impossibly distant now. A flash of memory caught her—the sound of his voice, teasing and gentle, always finding a way to make her feel… alive.
Few years ago…
It came back, as clear as if he were there:
"You are beautiful,Guvy . Absolutely, impossibly beautiful." His voice had been soft, intimate, playful. The words had never failed to make her laugh, even on her darkest days.
Her eyes flicked back to Cameron's retreating figure in the doorway. How… how could he know? The shock and disbelief returned, layered with confusion and… something she refused to name.
She turned sharply, her gaze cold, controlled. Cameron's casual confidence, the warmth in his eyes—it was infuriating. Guvy my beautiful wife, she remembered him saying—her husband's words, but now spilling from Cameron's lips. Her chest tightened. Impossible…
Her face was a storm of emotions—shock, disbelief, longing, anger, and something dangerously close to admiration. She drew a sharp breath, regaining her composure.
"Be at my house by 9:00 p.m. today," she said, her voice clipped, precise. "My driver will pick you up. The doctor says you're fit to be discharged…and fit to work. Don't make yourself regret this opportunity."
"We have a family dinner to attend, but for now follow me we have a meeting off shores so let's go" she knew sounded like a tigress to be feared and wanted to make Cameron fear her; because she didn't understand the feelings form earlier on when he barged into her room(in her office) uninvited
Without waiting for a response, she sashayed out of the room, every movement perfect, controlled, and deliberately distant.
Cameron scrambled to gather his things as Miss Guvanchi turned to him in her way out , her expression all business.
"Get ready, you don't need any extra things just come with a pen and a book or your system, we're going for a meeting offshore. We need to be there in an hour."
"Yes, ma'am. What's the meeting about?" Cameron asked, following her out of the penthouse.
"A billion-dollar deal. Don't mess it up," she said, sliding into the driver's seat of a sleek black Lamborghini. Cameron got in beside her, and the engine roared to life as she sped through the city.
They arrived at a private marina, where a massive yacht was waiting. "The Azure," Miss Guvanchi said, nodding towards the vessel. "The meeting is being held here."
Cameron followed her onto the yacht, where a group of suited executives was waiting. The meeting started, with Cameron taking notes as they discussed the deal.
"...and we'll need assurances on the delivery timeline," the CEO said.
Cameron scribbled down the words, but his pen slipped, and he wrote the wrong word. "Okay, got it," he said, trying to cover.
The CEO's eyes narrowed. "What was the last thing he said?"
Cameron froze, his mind blank. The CEO's face turned red. "Oh, you are such a failure! Can't even get the notes right!"
Miss Guvanchi's expression turned icy. "Don't you speak to him like that ever again. In fact, this deal is over. I'm canceling this deal."
The CEO splitted, "What? You can't be serious!"
"I'm leaving," Miss Guvanchi said, standing up.
They exited the yacht, and Miss Guvanchi got back into the Lamborghini. "Tell me one reason why I shouldn't fire you. I just lost a billion-dollar contract because of you," she said, her gaze piercing.
Cameron hesitated, "I..."
"Work for today is done," Miss Guvanchi cut him off. "We're going back to the penthouse. The security guard will show you your room. Later, we're having dinner at my parents' house."
Cameron looked at her, a mix of emotions on his face. "I'm grateful for you helping me back there," he said quietly.
Miss Guvanchi raised an eyebrow. "Don't be grateful yet. You still have to explain why I shouldn't fire you."
Alone in the penthouse she let her gaze drift back to the photograph. Her fingers brushed lightly against the frame. Her husband's eyes, ever-knowing, stared back at her.
And then, almost against her will, her eyes flicked toward the office door. Cameron's absence left a lingering echo. Her lips parted slightly, a whisper she couldn't entirely control escaping into the empty room:
"I don't know what it is… but he reminds me so much of you."