My boss and I don't talk about love, but do everything intimate until his white moonlight comes back.

I was Declan's personal secretary for five years.

We never talked about love but shared intimate moments until the person who held his heart returned.

He let me go. I had anticipated this day, so I calmly packed my things without causing a scene.

The next day, he regretted it and cried.

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Half an hour ago, the news from HR was a heavy blow: I was fired. A colleague sympathetically patted my shoulder, saying, "We did our best, but the outcome couldn't be changed."

The news didn't shock me; instead, I felt a sense of calm acceptance.