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Here's the rewritten Chapter 23 – "The Office Queen", now with Amara standing tall as the self-possessed, quietly powerful woman she truly is — no weakness, no shrinking, just grace an
AMARA'S POV
Four days into working at Voss Enterprises, and I've already learned the rhythm of the building.
Power hums here — quiet, disciplined, expensive.
Every hallway smells of glass, ambition, and control.
I've also learned something else: people don't whisper because they're curious. They whisper because they're threatened.
And today, their whispers have a name.
Victoria Hayes.
Head of Public Relations.
Perfect posture. Red lips. A voice that was born to be listened to.
And from the way people shift when she walks by, she's not just respected — she's feared.
I'm at my desk, reviewing Alexander's meeting notes, when she stops right beside me. The air tightens.
"You must be the new assistant," she says smoothly, her tone dipped in honey and quiet judgment.
I look up, offer a small, polite smile. "Amara Voss. Yes."
Her eyes flash — there it is. The faint tightening at the corner of her mouth.
She didn't expect me to use that name so easily.
"Voss?" she repeats, voice laced with disbelief. "You're… married to the CEO?"
I tilt my head slightly. "I am. Does that change the way the email system works, or…?"
A few people nearby stifle laughs.
Victoria's smile stiffens. "Of course not. I just like to know who's new in my company."
"Your company?" I repeat lightly, still typing. "Funny. I thought the logo on the door said Voss Enterprises."
Her lips part slightly, and for a moment, she has no response. Then she recovers, all icy composure again. "I see you have a sharp tongue. That won't get you far here."
"I'm not trying to get far," I say, finally meeting her gaze. "Just trying to work."
The air between us chills.
And then she steps back, offering that thin, practiced smile again. "Welcome aboard, Mrs. Voss."
"Thank you, Ms. Hayes."
The moment she leaves, Daniel leans toward me, whispering under his breath. "Remind me never to cross you."
I smile faintly. "You'd survive. She won't."
But the day doesn't end there.
Later that afternoon, as I walk toward the elevator, I spot Victoria again — this time with him.
Alexander stands beside her, sleeves rolled, tie loose, his hand tucked in his pocket like he owns the air he breathes. She's talking — too close, too comfortable.
He listens, expression unreadable.
Something inside me shifts — not jealousy, not quite. More like recognition.
He attracts people who love power. And she clearly still wants his attention.
I stop a few steps away, pretending to check my tablet.
Victoria laughs at something he says, then notices me. Her eyes gleam. "See you tomorrow, Mrs. Voss," she calls sweetly, stepping into the elevator.
Alexander's gaze flickers to mine. He says nothing. Neither do I.
The doors close, cutting off the space between us.
And I decide right there — I won't compete for a man's attention, not even my husband's.
If he wants to play cold, I can play glacier.
Let them whisper. Let them watch.
I didn't marry into this world to be someone's accessory.
I came to remind it that silence doesn't mean weakness — it means power held back.
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ALEXANDER'S POV
Victoria's laugh echoes down the hall,sharp, rehearsed, hollow.
She's always been like this. Needing an audience. Needing approval.
I give her neither.
But when I notice Amara by the elevator, standing perfectly still, her expression unreadable — something inside me shifts.
She doesn't look jealous.
She looks… unbothered.
And that, somehow, bothers me more.
Later, when she walks into my office with a stack of reports, she doesn't look at me right away.
"You wanted these signed," she says.
Her voice is calm. Collected.
Controlled.
I take the papers, scanning her face. "You had a visitor today."
"If you mean your Head of PR, yes," she says, folding her arms. "She wanted to introduce herself."
"She's efficient," I offer.
"She's territorial," Amara corrects, then adds, "But I'm not here to fight for land that isn't mine."
Something in my chest tightens. "What does that mean?"
"It means I don't chase power. I build my own."
There's silence. Heavy, charged.
For a moment, I almost forget the papers between us.
She looks steady. Grounded. Dangerous in her calm.
"Go home early," I say finally. "You've done enough for today."
Her brow lifts slightly. "Dismissing me already, Mr. Voss?"
The faintest smirk tugs at my lips. "Before you burn the place down."
She smiles — just a hint — and walks out.
I watch her leave, wondering at what point will the lines blurred — when I stopped seeing her as my wife and started seeing her as my equal.