Abandoned Luna: Now Untouchable

Chapter 11: Chapter 11 You’re Just Joys for AlphasCecilia’s pov

”You’re suggesting our Cecilia should go work as a secretary? Are you out of your mind?” one of my colleagues immediately objected.

”Our Cecilia is talented in every way—young, beautiful, and highly accomplished. Any boss in the business world would be eager to hire her. If she hits the job market, headhunters would be all over her in no time.”

I smiled silently, saying nothing.

Truth was, they underestimated how sharp those headhunters’ noses truly were. About ten days ago, someone had already called me, subtly inquiring about my future career plans. This happened before any whisper of my departure from Blood Moon Pack had gotten out.

The conversation continued to flow around me.

”Don’t be so shortsighted! Being a secretary isn’t just any position—it’s chief secretary to the heir of Silver Peak Pack! That role gives access to Port City’s top tier of power and resources. If she plays her cards right, her future could be limitless,” another colleague argued.

”I know of an overseas company where the chief secretary proved herself so capable that she was promoted to Vice President within years. She even found true love and became the Alpha’s mate,” someone else chimed in.

”Well, if you put it like that, maybe I should apply too,” another joked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

”What does this Silver Peak heir even look like? Has anyone seen him? Is he easy on the eyes?” The conversation had clearly shifted toward territory I wasn’t eager to explore.

”No one really knows. Among the four children of the Black family, only the eldest daughter has ever made public appearances. The other three keep a pretty low profile.”

The conversation went off on a tangent from professional concerns.

I couldn’t help but smile wryly at their enthusiasm. Watching them so enamored with romance made me feel like a jaded nun who had already seen through the illusion of worldly attachments.

Love? That was something I would never touch again.

But career opportunities... that was a different story.

I had been contemplating starting my own business, but I’d realized an uncomfortable truth: nearly all my professional connections were tied to Xavier. Once I cut him out completely, who would still give me the time of day? I genuinely needed to strengthen my credentials and build my own network.

Later that evening, I called Yvonne, a well-connected socialite who floated effortlessly through the elite circles werewolf society, to get the scoop on Silver Peak Pack and their mysterious heir.

A lazy laugh traveled through the phone. ”Asking about another guy? Aren’t you worried your Alpha mate might get jealous?”

”He can get as jealous as he wants. It’s none of my concern anymore,” I replied coldly.

”Darling, you two... you haven’t really called it quits, have you?” Yvonne asked, curiosity evident in her voice.

”Not officially. Not yet,” I answered carefully.

My subtle response was enough for Yvonne to read between the lines. She sighed deeply. ”So the gossip I’ve been hearing checks out after all. Eight years together, and Xavier treats you like this? The man is complete garbage.”

Yvonne had always been refreshingly straightforward. I seized the opportunity to play the victim. ”That’s exactly why I need to look out for number one now. I heard that the Silver Peak heir is looking for a secretary. I’m thinking of throwing my hat in the ring.”

”So what’s the deal—you after the man, or his money?” she asked, blunt as ever.

I didn’t even blink. ”At this point? Money is my goal.”

”Oh my god,” she burst out laughing—low, rich, and a little wicked. ”Girl, say no more. I’ll make sure you meet this cash cow in person.”

”Thank you.”

”You’ll be hearing from me,” she promised before hanging up.

I hung up and sat back down at my desk. A Google search turned up almost nothing about him.

”Sebastian Black...” I murmured his name, trying to figure out what kind of man this so-called money god really was—before I had to meet him face to face.

Just as I was deep in thought, the door to my study opened.

Xavier walked in from outside.

I quickly shut my laptop.

We each had our own studies in this house. In the early days when our love burned hot and bright, we would always be inseperable. But gradually, we’d transformed into something more resembling a boss and employee—returning home after work to continue giving each other the cold shoulder.

”Do you need something?” I looked up at him.