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Modern Secretary 13 - Healing And Breaking
🕑 Added 2025-06-01 14:05:31 +0000 UTCAlex and Chloe sat across from one another at the kitchen table, nursing their coffees in hopes that more time would mend the discomfort between them. Morning light streaked across the floor in long, quiet blades. Chloe wrapped both hands around her mug, her nail knocking into its ceramic side once as her eyes danced around his.
They looked at each other, sometimes. Just for a second. Each time, Chloe smiled too fast and laughed too hard, like the sound would cover what they weren’t saying.
She shifted her weight as her ears twitched slightly.
"It's been a while since we did something like that," she said, voice brittle.
Alex nodded, eyes on his cup. “Yeah. It has.”
He stood and crossed into the large, open living room, looking out through the glass walls into the backyard. A cocktail of empty bottles, fabric streamers, and dirty plates littered the lawn. Alex took a deep sip of his coffee while gazing out at the wreckage.
"You need help getting the house back together?" Chloe asked.
Alex shook his head. “No. I’ll have the cleaners deal with it later.”
Chloe gave a quiet snort, brushing a strand of loose raven-black hair behind her ear. “Living in the big leagues now?”
“Something like that,” he muttered. The coffee was bitter in his throat.
She slid away from the island and moved behind him, nudging her body gently against his back. She rested her chin on his shoulder, breath brushing his neck. Alex made no effort to acknowledge her.
“What happens now?” she asked.
Alex didn’t answer. Not at first.
“I don’t know,” he finally said. “What do you want to happen?”
“I want you," Chloe nudged closer, pushing herself into his side. "I want out of this mess…”
“You know that can’t happen,” Alex spoke it plainly, without cruelty.
Chloe stiffened behind him. “Why? Because I won’t find another job?”
“You’ll be blacklisted,” he said. “Edward’s not the type to lose gracefully.”
Chloe scoffed, stepping back like his words had grazed her skin. “Edward would never…”
“You really believe that?” He turned to face her, expression unreadable.
Chloe hesitated. Her lips parted, then pressed together again. “No. He wouldn't. I know him.”
Alex exhaled slowly, jaw working as he turned back toward the window. Morning condensation beaded on the glass, capturing the rising sun in sparkling droplets. Panic came like it always did. Slow, sharp, tightening around his ribs until the world dulled at the edges.
“You really like him…”
“Alex, it’s not like that…” Chloe moved closer again. “I’ll leave. For us. We’ll figure it out, we always have. We always will.”
"It's not that simple."
"Before, it wasn't. But now it is. You make more than enough, I could stay here. I could be all yours. At least while I find something better. We would be fine."
"You really think he'd let me stay at Sharp Edge knowing I took his prized toy away?" Alex asked.
Chloe shrunk back. "I'm not a toy..." She said weakly.
"Right, I'm... I'm sorry that was..."
"It's fine."
"What I mean is, he'd make us pay for it," Alex said.
"Do you really think Edward would want to ruin his chances at becoming a Lord? Your technology will make or break him. He knows this."
Alex didn’t reply. But his silence said everything.
“You don’t want me to leave, do you?” Chloe said softly.
Alex smiled weakly.
“Maybe not. But you don’t either.” Alex took a long drink from his mug.
Chloe crossed her arms. “Is that so bad?”
“You don’t think so?”
She laughed under her breath. “It got us here, didn’t it?”
Alex turned, brow furrowed. “Come on. You can’t really believe that.”
“No?” Chloe tilted her head. “You don’t think getting close to Edward wasn’t intentional? That maybe, on some level, we were already playing this game before it started?”
He said nothing. She stepped in closer, eyes burning.
“I have only followed where you lead me. Every time you turned me away, I listened. For every offense you took, I offered you an out. And still, you kept me there. You knew what was happening. You let it happen.”
“I—”
“No. Don’t pretend this is all on me,” Chloe said, her voice quiet and trembling. “You led me to the edge and made me feel guilty for falling over it.”
Alex stared as pain swallowed his gaze, the fight draining from him like water from a broken vase.
He stepped past her. The leather couch sighed beneath him as he collapsed into it, shoulders slumped, legs spread in complete exhaustion. He dropped his coffee cup on the side table, its contents spilling slightly.
“You ever miss it?” He asked, his eyes staring off at a scene from long ago.
Chloe stood near the windows, her voice softer now. “Miss what?”
“Our little mono-pod. The Station. It was so cramped in there. Do you remember?"
"I remember," Chloe said gently.
"Remember when we called it the castle?” Alex rubbed his face with a forearm, the memory slipping away with a breath.
“How could I forget the Castle?” she said with a gentle smile. "Do you remember Joey and Stevey?"
Alex blinked. “Wait, do you mean our scrap pets?”
Chloe gave a weak laugh as she rubbed her arm. “Yeah. They were so cute. What did we use to make them again? Tin foil and… solder flux?”
“Mm-hmm,” Alex nodded. “I bent the foil so carefully. Gave them those weird spines too. God they looked awful.”
“They were perfect,” Chloe said. “They kept the place from feeling empty.”
“What happened to them?”
“They got lost during the move. The sanitation team cleaned early one day. We came back and… they were gone,” she trailed off.
“Right,” Alex said quietly. “I miss them.”
“I do too.”
A long and weightless pause stretched between them.
Then she came to him.
Her fingers slipped between his. Claw-like nails dragging gently against the back of his hand before curling into place. Alex jumped at the touch of surprise. Then relaxed. Their palms aligned, their fingers interlocked. Just like they used to in the castle.
“You snuck up on me,” he murmured.
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“Gotta give me more warning next time.”
“I will.”
Outside, leaves scratched the patio tile in slow, spiraling circles. The wind pressed gently against the glass, a long exhale from the waking world.
Alex looked up at Chloe.
Her eyes were red at the edges. Not from crying. Just tired. Too tired to lie.
He didn't look away from her, and she didn't look away from him. Chloe squeezed his shoulder gently.
“Wait here,” she whispered.
Alex didn’t ask why. Chloe moved across the room, steps muffled on the polished floors. The sound of a drawer opening. Paper rustling. A pause. Then she returned.
She knelt beside the couch, offering him a crumpled piece of tin foil—folded hastily into something bird-like. Its wings crooked, its body lumpy, its neck too long.
“We made it this far,” she said. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Alex stared at it. Then at her.
Their fingers brushed again as he took it from her.
She held on for just a second longer.
Neither of them said anything.
Soft smiles were all that was needed.
–
The fluorescent hallway stank of copper and plastic. Alex ducked through the reinforced entry and into the server chamber, his boots thudding on the grated floor.
The air was thick with thermal haze. Blue-lit server banks pulsed like slow heartbeats, a rhythmic whir echoing up the reinforced walls. One bank in particular flickered erratically, casting fractured shadows across Edward and the three other nobles clustered near it like confused priests before a dying god.
“Oh, finally!” Edward said, pacing nervously, half a strand of hair stuck to his temple with sweat.
Alex didn’t respond. He crossed the room with practiced steps, eyes narrowing on the server in question. The glow was wrong—too blue, too sharp. Not to mention the waft of heat the racks were pushing out. He'd seen it before, in earlier builds that cooked themselves from the inside out.
“So what’s going on with her?” Alex asked.
Edward rubbed his brow. “We were having hiccups earlier. Minor command lag, missing assets, but nothing serious. Then she stopped responding to floors entirely. Full drop-out.”
Alex arched a brow. “Did you upgrade the servers like I asked?”
Edward looked at the other Nobles. “We were in the midst of it…”
Alex exhaled through his nose. He didn’t bother hiding his grin as he glanced at the group, all of whom shifted uncomfortably in place like schoolboys waiting for a reprimand.
“Well, I’m sure it’ll get done soon,” Alex said coolly.
He unclipped a thin chip from the magnetic strip on his belt and slid it into the auxiliary slot on the server’s diagnostic plate. It gave a single, satisfying click. His fingers tapped across the embedded keyboard, and the room lights dimmed, shifting from sterile white to a pale, oceanic hue.
“What is that?” Edward asked, stepping closer.
“A backup,” Alex replied, eyes still on the screen.
A flicker passed through the chamber like static. The vents hissed, server lights blinked once, then steadied.
Then Amber appeared.
She stepped into the room from nowhere, her form materializing in clean segments like a puzzle solving itself. Her skin mix of light blue hues with synthetic gloss, her hair radiant, flowing silver. Her ears tall and graceful, as was her swaying tail. She wore the default interface bodysuit—sleek, opaque, and painted in shifting hues of blue and silver. She smiled politely at Alex.
“The damage is pretty bad,” she said matter-of-factly. “The coolant can’t sustain the heat load on these server heads.”
“I know,” Alex replied.
Amber turned to him fully. “They need to upgrade the servers.”
“Give access to yours for now,” Alex said quietly.
Edward flinched. “Who are you talking to?”
Alex didn’t look at him. “Amber.”
“You mean… the construct?” Edward asked, ushering the Nobles toward the door. They left without protest. “You hear her in your head?”
Alex paused. “Something like that.”
Amber looked at Edward with curiosity, smiling faintly. “He’s the guy, huh?”
Alex continued typing.
“He’s handsome,” she added.
Alex shot her a glare.
Amber sparked—her avatar stuttering for half a second, a twitch of synthetic apology.
"I'll keep on task…”
They worked in silence for several minutes. Alex’s hands moved in rapid sequences, Amber interfacing with nodes as quickly as he unlocked them. Wires glowed, then dimmed. Memory drives hummed like restless insects. Sweat beaded along Alex’s forehead.
Finally, the last light on the core server turned green. The larger server systems kicked on, and Amber gave the approving thumbs up.
“It’s done,” Alex said, standing up and wiping his palm along his thigh.
“I’ve got you routed to temporary stacks on my rig. But they’ll hit their thermal ceiling by week’s end. If the upgrade’s not done by then, you’ll be toast.”
Edward looked at him sharply. “Can you give us more time?”
“No.”
It was a lie. Alex could easily grant a two-week buffer. But why should he? Watching Edward squirm had its pleasures.
“Fuck,” Edward snapped, clenching his fists. He exhaled slowly, pacing steadily across the server room. Alex watched as he flicked through his HUD system haphazardly.
“You seem more stressed than usual,” Alex offered casually, running a diagnostics wrap-up from his interface.
Edward ran a hand through his hair, forcing it back into its proper shape. “Yeah, well… deadlines. And the executive review happens next cycle. Everything’s gotta look polished.”
His voice softened. “How was last night? Did you two… make up?”
Alex stiffened for a moment. Then relaxed with a deep breath.
“In a manner of speaking. Yeah.”
“Good,” Edward said with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “That’s good.”
He turned to leave but paused at the door, his fingers grazing the frame.
“You know,” he said over his shoulder, “you’re the only one I trust with all this. With her… with Amber. I just thought you should know that.”
Alex didn’t reply.
Edward lingered a moment longer, then disappeared into the corridor. The low hum of server fans filled the silence of the room.
Alex let out a breath and pulled the chip from the server, wiping it on his sleeve. His fingers trembled faintly. Amber blinked into view beside him.
“Did he mean that?” she asked.
Alex stared at the empty doorway. “Doesn’t matter.”
They stood surrounded by pulse and heat in a silence that didn’t feel clean.
"What was he like before?" Amber asked.
"Before what?"
"Before you hated him."
Alex sighed. "A good man, with a little more luck on his side than most. He was just trying to survive like me. Like us. Helped us get to earth…"
“Are you going to tell him the truth about their server system?” Amber asked after a long beat.
Alex tilted his head.
“About the failsafe?” she clarified.
He didn’t answer.
Instead, he gathered the tools scattered across the console and slipped them back into his pouch. Each click of metal into foam was sharper than the last. With the last piece tucked away, he stood and paused.
Amber was looking at him with that same curious expression from before. Eyes lingering longer than they should have with a remarkably human expression.
“How did things go with Chloe this morning?” she asked gently.
Alex’s hands curled around the edge of the workstation.
“She made a bird.”
Amber tilted her head, confused.
“Out of foil,” Alex added. “From a drawer at the house.”
"Is the bird meant to be special?" Amber asked. Alex shrugged.
"Yes… it was. A memory from long ago." Alex slung his tool bag over his shoulder.
Amber didn’t speak for a while.
“That’s cute,” she said eventually. “But she’s still going to hurt you.”
Alex eyed Amber with surprise. “Why do you say that?"
“She’s going to stay with him,” Amber said. "A part of her will always want him."
“I know.”
“Just remember that she isn't human, Alex. She’s not built like you.”
Alex turned to the console one last time. “Neither are you.”
Amber smiled faintly. “But I’m learning.”
"Yeah, I suppose you are. Come on. We're heading out." He said. Amber stepped beside him, choosing to maintain her avatar.
They walked toward the exit, steps slow and methodical. Alex passed the security plate, the door hissed open.
He felt Amber touch his shoulder. “You’re not alone, you know.”
Alex stopped.
Then, just as quietly, replied. “Neither are you.”
He didn't look to see Amber's expression. Didn't turn to discover what his creation was becoming. For now, he just wanted to head home.
Comments
Mike
Love this series can’t wait for more of it
northdrop
Ooooo! I was pumped to see a new chapter of this!! This setting allows for so many science fiction angles and it’s a blast to think about. Chloe and Alex are working on their relationship whilst neither is admitting just how much they enjoyed Edward boning her. Edward is either an opportunist who is is wiling to use his friends (Alex and Chloe) to get what he wants or he’s genuinely their friend but is conflicted because he wants Chloe for himself. Amber evolving as an AI is super fun; I love that she knows about Chloe and Edward…and how much Alex liked it. I’d still love to see Amber finding a way to cuck Alex with him, too. In the near future, I could see a few things happening: either Chloe and Edward will start boning again (which Alex will begrudgingly enjoy) and Amber will get a little jealous of Chloe making Alex feel that way and will start playing with Edward, too. Or, Chloe will abstain from playing with anyone and Amber will try to step into that role by either teasing him with stories of her cucking him or actually doing it (now that she can touch people). Either way, it would be a great time:) This universe allows for all kinds of rules to be bent and broken; Edward can afford all kinds of upgrades to his body to make him a superior lover. Chloe is genetically designed for super sex. Amber can become anything, anyone, and be anywhere…and can now become physical. So many possibilities and I’m here for it!!!
