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CHAPTER 133
-Zara’s POV~
The echo of my heels filled the corridor as I hurried toward the boardroom. Taylor’s message had been urgent–there was an issue with one of the company’s biggest accounts, and Snow was nowhere to be found.
When I returned from my room, I did not see him in the foyer. Already late, I ignored checking on things and hurried to the company.
I glanced at my phone one more time, hoping for some word from him. Nothing.
My stomach churned uneasily. I wasn’t the one in charge here, but as Snow’s personal assistant, it was my job to help maintain order in his absence, especially when the Vice CEO wasn’t around as well.
But the truth was, ever since I got the deal with Andrew Blake, Snow had put more roles and importance into my work.
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He trusted me to make decisions on my own. It was good but sometimes not so good.
Taking a deep breath, I pushed the double doors open and stepped into the room. The tension was intense as the senior executives sat around the table with tight expressions.
At the head of the table sat the Vice CEO, Mr. Hunk, who rarely attended meetings unless the matter was
critical.
Taylor stood to the side of the room, her usually composed demeanor faltering as she tapped on her tablet. She looked up at my entrance, relief flashing across her face.
“Zara, thank goodness,” she said, motioning for me to join her.
“What’s happening?” I whispered, moving to stand beside her.
Taylor handed me a folder and whispered. “A breach. Someone leaked our unreleased designs to a rival company. The executives are demanding answers, and Snow’s unreachable.”
I frone for a anlit second the weight of the situation
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sinking in. “Has IT traced the source?”
She shook her head, her lips pressed into a thin line. “Not yet. Mr. Hunk is trying to keep them calm, but…”
I glanced at the table, where Mr. Hunk was addressing the board in his measured, authoritative tone.
“This isn’t just about financial losses,” he said. “It’s about the integrity of our operations. Until we know the extent of the leak, every project is at risk.
One of the board members, a gray–haired man in a crisp suit, leaned forward. “And where is Mr. Zephyr? Surely he should be here for this.”
Taylor stiffened beside me, her eyes flickering with uncertainty. I knew she’d tried reaching Snow multiple
times.
I stepped forward cautiously, my voice steady but respectful. “Mr. Zephyr is currently tied up with another critical matter, but he’s aware of the situation and is handling it remotely.”
It wasn’t entirely true, but it was the best explanation I could give.
“And who are you?” another board member asked
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sharply.
“I’m Zara, Mr. Zephyr’s personal assistant,” I replied, keeping a professional tone. “I’m here to support the Vice CEO and the team in any way I can.”
The gray–haired man raised an eyebrow but said nothing, and I pressed on. “We’re already working to mitigate the damage. The IT department has been tasked with identifying the source of the breach, and Taylor is coordinating with the legal team to prepare for any external repercussions.”
Mr. Hunk nodded slightly, a silent endorsement of my
words.
“Fine,” the gray–haired man said, sitting back in his chair. “But this needs to be resolved immediately. If this becomes public, it will tarnish our reputation beyond repair.”
The meeting continued, with Taylor presenting updates and Mr. Hunk fielding most of the questions. I remained at the side, taking notes and stepping in occasionally to clarify details.
By the time the meeting ended, the atmosphere was still tense, but there was a clear plan of action in
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place. The board members filed out, leaving Taylor, Mr. Hunk, and me in the room.
“Good work,” Mr. Hunk said, his gaze landing on me briefly before he turned to Taylor. “Keep me updated.”
Taylor nodded, and Mr. Hunk left without another
word.
Taylor let out a sigh of relief, leaning against the table. “That was intense.”
“Tell me about it,” I muttered, glancing at my phone. Still, no word from Snow.
As Taylor packed up her things, my thoughts wandered back to the morning. When I returned to the mansion after my brief outing that day, Snow had been
unusually quiet. Was that related to why he wasn’t here now?
Also, perhaps I was a bit harsh in my choice of words. Considering everything that happened with Marcus Deveareux and Ivan Zephyr.
But I could sense his jealousy. As much as a part of me wanted to keep it going as that would prove if the indifferent Alpha has feelings for me, I just did not
want to get tied down with those delusional thoughts.
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I had done the same with Ivan and did not want a
repitition.
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Later in Zara’s Office
Back at my desk, I scrolled through emails, trying to distract myself from the growing unease. My phone
buzzed, and I grabbed it quickly. Snow’s name flashed
across the screen.
Finally.
“Snow,” I answered, unable to keep the edge out of my voice. “Where have you been?”
“Handling things,” came his curt reply.
“Handling things?” I echoed. “We have a crisis here, and you’re―”
“I know about the breach, Zara.” His voice w
