Jabco slowly set his glass down on the table. The sound was soft, but to him it felt loud.
He stood up.
“Where?” he asked, his voice calm but cold.
Shina pointed toward the railing. “Ground floor. Near the bar counter.”
Rogan straightened. “Jabco, relax. Maybe it’s just...”
But Jabco was already walking.
He didn’t say another word.
As he reached the railing, he placed both hands on it and looked down.
The bar below was crowded. People moving, laughing, lights flashing. His eyes scanned the room once, twice....
Then he saw her.
Riyana was standing near the counter, a glass in her hand. She was smiling. Not the polite smile she used at work. A real one,Soft,Free.
She was wearing a simple dress, nothing flashy, but it fit her perfectly. Her hair was loose, framing her face in a way he had never seen before.
And beside her stood a man.
Too close.
The man leaned in slightly as he spoke. Riyana laughed at something he said, her head tilting back just a little.
Something inside Jabco snapped.
His jaw tightened. His chest felt tight, like he couldn’t breathe properly.
So this is where she went, he thought.
So this is why she left early.
Behind him, Shina came up and leaned against the railing too. “See? Told you.”
Jabco didn’t respond.
He couldn’t look away.
The man said something again. Riyana nodded, then took a sip of her drink. She looked relaxed. Happy.
And that made it worse.
Rogan walked over, sensing the mood. “You okay?” he asked quietly.
Jabco didn’t answer right away.
Why does this bother me so much?
He had been surrounded by women all his life. He had seen secretaries date, marry, leave. None of it had ever mattered.
So why now?
Why her?
“She’s free,” Shina said lightly, as if reading his mind. “Good for her, honestly.”
Jabco’s hand clenched into a fist.
Free.
The word echoed painfully.
He turned away from the railing abruptly.
Back at the table, Jabco grabbed the bottle, poured a full glass, and drank it in one go.
“Jabco…” Shina and Rogan both froze.
“What’s wrong with him?” Shina asked, looking at Rogan. Just a few minutes ago, Jabco had barely touched his drink. Now he was drinking like he wanted to drown something.
Rogan walked over and sat beside him. Shina sat on the other side.
“Calm down,” Rogan said, taking the glass from Jabco’s hand.
Jabco shot him a sharp look, but Rogan did not back away.
“What’s wrong with you?” Rogan asked. “She’s just your secretary. You don’t get to control her life. All these years she stayed by your side, day and night. You never cared. So what now? She’s a woman. She can’t spend her whole life following her boss.”
Riyana got into the driver’s seat, started the car, and drove away.
“Damn. She’s hot,” Shina said, watching the car drive away.
They had known Riyana ever since she joined Jabco as his secretary, but they had never really seen her.
Even Outside the office, she was always the same. Black pants, black jacket, hair tied in a neat ponytail. No matter where she went, that was her. Clean. Proper. Invisible.
So no one ever paid attention to her looks.
But tonight was different.
Seeing her in a dress, her hair loose, her face relaxed, they were genuinely stunned.
It wasn’t that she had changed.
It was that they were seeing her for the first time.
Rogan smacked the back of his head.
“Ouch! What was that for?” Shina frowned, rubbing the spot. “Why? It’s not like he likes her or something.”
Rogan shot him a look. “Are you sure he doesn’t? Didn’t you see his reaction tonight?”
Shina blinked, confused, then hurried after Rogan as he walked toward his car.
“What do you mean?”
Rogan got into the driver’s seat. Shina dropped into the passenger seat.
It took Shina a few seconds. Then his eyes widened.
“Oh… that’s why he’s been acting crazy these past few days.”
Rogan started the engine. “Exactly.”
Jabco had told them about Riyana handing in her resignation. Ever since then, his mood had been sharp, restless, always on edge.
Now it finally made sense.

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