When She Ended It With Divorce (Chiara and Titus) novel Chapter 65

**Silent Roads Remember by Sawyer**

**Chapter 65**

Chiara was quick to grasp the gravity of the situation. It was as if a light bulb had flickered to life in her mind. *These are some seriously important project files,* she mused internally, her heart racing with the weight of responsibility.

Across the room, Lena’s attention snapped up the moment she caught wind of Chiara’s realization. Her expression was a mask of inscrutability as she fixated on the files, her grip on the pen tightening almost instinctively, as if bracing herself for what was to come.

“These projects hold significant weight, Chiara,” Lena said, her voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of urgency. “Take your time to understand them. And if anything seems unclear, don’t hesitate to reach out to me. If I’m unable to assist, you might have to consult…” Queenie’s voice trailed off, leaving an air of suspense lingering in the room.

Chiara turned her head, giving Queenie a quizzical look, and found her friend blinking with a playful glint in her eye. “Noreen or Paul,” Queenie finished with a smirk.

A smile crept onto Chiara’s lips. “Alright, noted.”

With that, she picked up the first file and dove into its contents. As she meticulously combed through the details, Chiara couldn’t shake the thought that crossed her mind repeatedly: *Titus is seriously impressive—sharp, capable, and undeniably astute when it comes to seizing opportunities.*

Time slipped away unnoticed, and it wasn’t until the end of the workday that the door to the CEO’s office swung open. Paul emerged first, holding the door wide for Titus, who followed closely behind him.

“Mr. Goodman,” the staff chorused, their voices a blend of respect and familiarity.

Titus scanned the room, taking in the faces of his team, but his gaze landed on one individual who had yet to speak up. He tilted his head slightly, curiosity piqued.

Before anyone else could voice a thought, Paul interjected, “Mr. Goodman has a client meeting scheduled for tonight. Has anyone wrapped up their tasks?”

Queenie hesitated, caught in a mental tug-of-war between her dinner plans with Chiara and the urge to step forward. Volunteering was not exactly her forte.

Yet, before Queenie could solidify her decision, Lena shot up from her seat. “Mr. Goodman, I’ll take care of it,” she declared, perhaps a touch too eagerly.

Queenie was left momentarily speechless, her eyes wide as she processed Lena’s readiness to leap into action at the slightest opportunity.

In stark contrast, Chiara remained enveloped in her paperwork, oblivious to the unfolding dynamics around her, her focus unwavering.

Paul nodded, a half-smile gracing his lips. “Alright then, Lena—looks like you’ll be putting in some extra hours tonight.”

Lena beamed, her enthusiasm infectious. “Understood!”

At Goodman Group, the policy was clear: every employee, regardless of their role—from the executive team to the cleaning crew—received overtime pay for late hours.

So while Paul was merely an assistant, he was regarded in Halinston as a rising star among young professionals. He owned a car, a mortgage-free house, and had a healthy bank account. To top it all off, he was the kind of guy that every ordinary girl dreamed of.

Titus strolled over to Chiara’s desk, casting a quick glance at the stack of files. He raised an eyebrow, unfazed by the thought that Noreen might have orchestrated this situation.

Queenie shot a glance at Paul, but he appeared completely unfazed, his demeanor calm and collected, as if he were entirely unaware of the underlying tension.

Seizing the moment, Queenie slipped into her best innocent act, determined to feign ignorance about the subtle power plays happening around her.

However, Chiara’s intense focus on her files, so deep that she didn’t even notice Titus standing right in front of her, prompted Queenie to clear her throat pointedly. “Ahem, ahem, ahem!”

At last, Chiara looked up, blinking as if emerging from a dream, and slowly rose from her chair. “Mr. Goodman?” she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Titus nodded slightly, lifting his chin in acknowledgment. “Can you make sense of all this?”

Chiara felt a surge of irritation bubbling beneath the surface. *Seriously? You do realize I went to your college too, right? You think I can’t grasp this? Did I attend college for nothing?* she grumbled inwardly.

She had once been poised to pursue her master’s abroad, but just as she was ready to spread her wings, the Lynch family faced a crisis, and her life took an unexpected turn into marriage. “Yeah,” she finally replied, keeping her tone curt.

Queenie couldn’t help but smirk, thinking to herself, *That’s Mrs. Goodman for you—never thought I’d witness someone give Mr. Goodman such a blunt response. She truly plays by her own rules around here!*

Titus merely smirked back. “Alright, keep at it.” With that, he made his way toward the elevator, with Paul hustling to catch up. Lena lingered for a moment, casting a lingering glance at Chiara before finally grabbing her bag and following the two men out.

Queenie observed the unfolding drama with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. “That girl never lets an opportunity slip by, does she? I swear, she’s got radar for this stuff.”

Chiara understood Queenie’s implication all too well. She glanced at the group heading into the elevator, then redirected her focus to her own work.

None of this was relevant to her tasks. She didn’t need to be concerned about any of it. If she were still the old version of herself, the mere presence of Titus with someone like Lena would have stung.

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