Secretary

The office door was left ajar, and without meaning to, I became a witness to something I shouldn’t have seen or heard, but couldn’t look away from.

I recognized the moans behind that door. I knew every cadence. But the woman at the desk had something my wife swore she would never have.

She was my assistant at the office, an impossible beauty who kept stealing my gaze. One night, over chat, I discovered everything her tight clothes had been hiding from me for weeks.

When she told me her mother was an idiot for leaving me, I still thought it was an innocent compliment. Five minutes later I was kissing her.

I entered that room thinking I was in control. I left knowing exactly who I owed my silence to.

I swear that when I got on that plane all I could think about was closing the deal. I never imagined that night would be the one where I lost myself and us.

When he told me to lower my pants and lie face down, I could hear in his voice that this exam wasn’t going to be routine.

I got out of the car convinced the house was empty. Then I heard moans upstairs and turned on the bedroom camera.

I solved a customs crisis and the consul invited me to his residence. I had no idea what was waiting for me at the end of the garden, or what would come after.

Natalia had never slept in the same room with me. That night in Cartagena I discovered she didn’t mind being naked in front of me either.

The door to his office was ajar. What I saw when I peeked in did not make me jealous. It made me want something I hadn't expected.

What happened in that room was confidential. Nerea saw everything through the keyhole, her hand braced against the wall and her breath caught.

That morning I went into the prison with good news for my client. I came out with a wrinkled blouse, messy hair, and a secret I’d never tell.

The wig, the dress, and the heels were in my desk drawer. My boss had known for months. And that changed everything between us.

I had always ignored his looks and comments. Until I accidentally opened his conversation with his wife and read, word for word, everything she thought of me.

Valeria had spent ten years defending the guilty and the innocent. What she didn't expect was for one of them to look at her that way from the other side of the cell.

My boss’s wife called me a bitch in her private messages. If she thought it was true, that afternoon I was going to prove her right.

I’d been putting up with his looks in the office for months. The day I read his private messages, I made a decision his wife should never have provoked.

When I told her I couldn’t focus, she came around my desk, stopped beside me, and said the one line that changed everything between us.

Camila had barely been with anyone when I introduced her to the boss. That night, the four of us discovered the office would never be a neutral place again.