“You’re not here out of pity,” he once told me. “You’re here because you’re brilliant.”
No one had ever called me brilliant before.
A month later he invited me to a business event in Polanco.
—As my assistant —he clarified.
Lights, businessmen, appraising glances.
Without saying a word, he placed his hand on my back. Not possessive. Just supportive.
I felt safe.
And that was dangerous.
The rumors started.
“The new assistant.”
“Always by his side.”
One night I exploded.
“I don’t want them to think I’m here because he rescued me.”
He stared at me
—I hired you because you’re exceptional. The rest is just other people’s insecurities.
Then he added:
“I admire you, Helena.”
He didn’t say “I desire you.”
He said admiration
And that meant more.
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