Yin Chu Short Story Completed

It was the morning before the wedding. The grand ballroom was already being decorated, the caterers were checking last-minute details, and the sound of classical music drifted through the air as the florist finished arranging the final touches of flowers. But none of this mattered to Alexander Grant.

In his pristine office on the top floor of Grant Enterprises, the 27-year-old CEO was sitting behind his desk, staring at his phone, unaware that his life was about to unravel.

"Ms. Sullivan, do you have the final guest list?" he barked, not looking up from the screen.

His secretary, Emma Sullivan, walked in quietly. She had been working for him for over three years, and during that time, she had learned to navigate his moods. Some days he was cold and dismissive; others, he didn't even acknowledge her existence. Today, however, he was distracted, barely registering her presence.

"Right here, sir," she replied, handing him a folder. She had already memorized the list. She'd worked with him long enough to know the drill: make him look good, keep things running smoothly, and stay invisible.

Emma had always been professional, even when Alexander's arrogance grated on her. She didn't particularly like him, but she respected his brilliance and business acumen. She also respected her job, which-until now-had given her a steady paycheck and a predictable routine.

"I'll need you to handle the press conference at 2 PM. I'll be with Charlotte for the final fitting," he said, giving her a terse nod.

Emma blinked. "Of course, I will handle it."

Before she could leave, her phone buzzed on the desk. She glanced at the screen and saw the name "Charlotte" flash. Her heart skipped. She knew that Alexander's fiancée was in town, preparing for the big day. But it was the time-just 24 hours before the wedding-that made her pause. The call was strange timing.

She turned back to Alexander. "I'll just take this, sir. It might be important."

He barely acknowledged her as she stepped out into the hallway. The moment the door closed; she answered the phone.