Irresistible Boss Succumbing to Your Touch (Maria Anita) novel Chapter 478

Manuela’s POV

I watched that woman get into the taxi and leave, but my problems were far from over. Looking around, it seemed everyone was waiting for me to say something, but fortunately, Melissa understood me without needing words.

"Little One, is that it, are you going to do what I would do?" Melissa looked at me intently as if searching for any trace of doubt. She had understood from the first moment what I had already decided. From the day we met, Melissa became more than a friend; she was like an advisor, something of an older sister.

"That's right, Mel," I responded with certainty.

"Hmm! Very well! If you need anything, just call me and I'll come right over," Melissa assured me, and I knew she meant it. "Alright, everyone, go home now. We'll have news tomorrow," Melissa took charge of sending everyone away in her not-so-gentle manner. "Bonfim, did you drive here?"

"Actually, I came with Flavian. He picked me up at the station. But there's a patrol car right over there," Bonfim explained something I really wanted to know - if he came with Flavian, it meant Flavian didn't want to meet that woman alone.

"Forget the patrol car, Bonfim. Come on, Fred and I will take you to the station and have some coffee with you," Melissa wanted more than just coffee; she wanted first-hand information, and I knew it, but I didn't mind because she would tell me everything she heard from Bonfim later.

Everyone said goodbye and I entered the building. Flavian followed close behind without saying anything. I stopped in front of the doorman.

"I want to see the security footage," I said firmly.

"I'm sorry, miss, but I'm not authorized to show the security videos," the doorman replied, and I wanted to wring his neck.

"Oh, really? Fine." I took out my phone, leaned against the counter, and sent a message to the building manager, who arrived at the front desk in less than five minutes. Flavian just watched me without saying a word.

"Hi, Manu!" The building manager greeted me cheerfully, as he always did. He was an accountant and professor in his fifties, very helpful and with a friendly smile. We often met in the garage when I got back from college since our schedules coincided, and we ended up exchanging pleasantries.

"Hi, Gates. Sorry to disturb your rest, but this is important, and I thought it better to talk to you instead of having Flavian demand it as a police officer," I apologized since it was late Sunday afternoon.

"Don't worry about it, girl. I'm the building manager; I'm here for whatever you need. How can I help?"

"Gates, an unauthorized person broke into my apartment today. I asked the doorman to show me the security footage, and he said he couldn't comply with my request. I'm sure you understand how important this is," I spoke with complete seriousness because I was certain of one thing - it wasn't Flavian who let that woman in.

"I understand the importance and severity, Manu. This is unforgivable! And the videos can be accessed by all residents, contrary to what you were told." The building manager entered the doorman's booth and after reprimanding him for not giving me access to the video, he called me over.

Flavian approached cautiously, and we watched the video. It was crystal clear that this Sabrina had paid the doorman to enter the building. And the hallway camera showed she had a copy of the key. But how did she get a copy of the key? Well, that was something Flavian would have to explain. Before I could even turn to face him, I heard him say:

"Gates, are you going to take action about this?"

"No way, Manu! Never!" He held my gaze.

"Then now shut up and listen." I said, leaning back on the sofa.

Although my voice was extremely calm, inside I was burning with anger at that woman. Flavian watched me cautiously, and even though he wanted to speak, he remained silent and waited. I gathered my words and organized my thoughts, then began to speak.

"Your friends told me what I would have liked to hear from you. And I was very upset that you did not trust me." He tried to say something, but I just raised my finger and he fell silent. "I already know how she got into the building, but I do not know how she had the key to the apartment. Can you explain that to me, Flavian?"

"I did not give it to her, Manu. I can guarantee you that. I imagine my father has something to do with it, as I was at his house last week." Flavian answered without taking his eyes off mine.

"Of course, your secret trips made me believe you were on call." My voice came out hurt, and I was hurt because he did not trust me. "Just so you know, your friends told me about the marriage, about the divorce, about the non-divorce you did not know about, about the pressure from your parents, about how they do not even know me and already decided I am not good enough for you, and they tried to justify your lies. Is there anything else I should know?"

"No, Manu. That is everything. They knew everything and they told you everything they knew." Flavian sighed.

"Great, so we will save time. I have already heard their excuses for what you did, but now I want to hear from you, Flavian, I want you to tell me why you hid all this from me. Why did you lie to me, Flavian?" I stayed firm, even feeling the urge to cry rising in my throat, but I needed to hear it from him. I needed to know, needed to understand, why he did not trust me.