“Yes, I’m sure. You’re strong, Mireille. You worked hard to get that position. Do not let one uncomfortable moment make you give up. Do your work and ignore him.”
Mireille sighed. “All right, if you say so. I just do not want trouble.”
Cyril laughed softly. “You will not have any. Trust me.”
“I’m really tired. We’ll talk tomorrow, all right?”
“All right. Sleep well, my love,” Cyril said, smiling to himself.
As Mireille hung up, she still felt a little unsettled, but Cyril’s words had reassured her. On his side, Cyril smiled to himself as he set down the phone.
A few weeks later, Mireille arrived at work feeling calmer. She had decided to follow Cyril’s advice: focus on her work and ignore her boss’s strange behavior. She would not let it disturb her.
Barely had she entered the building when her boss sent for her to come to his office. She went in and stood straight in front of his desk, waiting for him to speak.
He leaned back in his chair and smiled. “Mireille, as the personal assistant to the CEO, your position comes with certain advantages. First, you are going to receive a company car. Second, we are going to house you in a fully furnished apartment right next to the office.”
Mireille’s eyes widened. She remained speechless for a moment before excitement took over. “Sir… are you serious?”
He laughed softly. “Yes, Mireille. It is written in your contract. You deserve it.”
Mireille could not stop smiling. It was far beyond anything she had expected. “Wow, sir, this is incredible.”
Then suddenly she stopped and looked at him a little suspiciously. “I hope this is not what I think it is.”
He raised his hands. “Not at all. It is purely professional. But Mireille, I must confess something. I like you. You are beautiful, and I admire you.”
Mireille’s smile immediately vanished. She took a deep breath and shook her head. “And here we go again. Sir, I am going to get married soon. I love someone else. Please, let us stay professional.”
The man sighed and slowly nodded. “All right, Mireille. I respect your decision. We will remain professional.”
She gave him a small nod and then walked out of the office.
As soon as she returned to her own office, she pulled out her phone and called Cyril. He answered almost immediately.
“Baby, you are not going to believe what just happened!” Mireille said excitedly.
Cyril smiled, pretending to know nothing. “Tell me. What happened?”
“My boss just offered me a company car and a fully furnished apartment. Can you imagine? Just like that!”
Cyril laughed softly. “That is great news, baby. You see? I told you not to resign. Look how things are working out for you.”
Mireille laughed too. “You were right. And to thank you, I’m taking you to a good restaurant this weekend. I’m going to spoil you, my love.”
Cyril’s smile widened. “Baby, do you have the money for that?”
“Yes.” Mireille rolled her eyes with a smile. “Do not worry, I will take care of it. I’m inviting you, and I insist.”
Cyril hesitated for a moment, then sighed. “All right. We’ll see each other this weekend.”
Mireille laughed softly. “Get ready to be pampered.”
He hung up. On his side, Cyril leaned back in his chair, shaking his head with amusement.
The long-awaited day arrived. Mireille was very excited as she got ready for her date with Cyril. She had put on a simple but elegant brown dress with comfortable heels. She wanted to look pretty, but not overdo it.
Cyril arrived at her house on time, still dressed simply so she would not discover, at least for the moment, who he truly was.
Together they took a taxi to the restaurant. During the whole ride, they talked and laughed, sharing moments of closeness. Mireille felt good. She had never met a man so kind, so easy to be around as Cyril.
When they arrived, a waiter welcomed them warmly and led them to a small table near a window. The place was elegant without being intimidating. Mireille had chosen it carefully, a classy but affordable place since she was the one paying.
They looked at the menu, ordered their food, and during the meal Mireille told Cyril about her day at work. He listened with attention, always wearing that same calm and sincere smile. She liked the way he was present, the way he truly listened to her.
Once the meal was over, Mireille searched in her bag to take out the money. She signaled to the waiter, who came over with a polite smile. She held out the bills, but the waiter gently shook his head.
“Madam, the bill has already been paid.”
Mireille frowned, surprised. “What do you mean?”
The waiter only smiled. “Everything was paid in advance.”
Mireille turned to Cyril, confused. “Was it you who did that?”
He raised both hands. “Baby, I’m supposed to be a broke man, remember? How could I have paid for this?”
Mireille sighed and searched around for an explanation. “That’s strange. Maybe the restaurant had a promotion.”
Cyril smiled softly and took a sip of his drink.
A silence settled. Then he set down his fork and looked her straight in the eyes.
“Mireille, I have something important to ask you.”
She raised her eyes, intrigued. “What is it?”
Cyril took a deep breath. His heart was beating fast, but his face remained calm.
“Mireille, will you marry me?”
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