The day began like any other until a single moment altered everything.
While in my boss’s office, I accidentally discovered a photo and a few notes that left me wondering just how closely someone had been observing me… and for what reason.
I have to share this because, honestly, I still find it hard to believe it actually happened.
If someone claimed this was the plot of a film, I would probably chuckle and say, “Nice one!” But this? This was real life.
Let me rewind a bit.
I’m Evelyn, 25 years old. Freshly graduated with an accounting degree, I figured I would be doing odd jobs for years before I got a legitimate opportunity in my field.
But two weeks ago, everything shifted.
I secured a position at one of the city’s top real estate firms.
It felt like a dream realized. Sure, my experience was limited, but I was eager to make my mark.
My boss, Blake, is quite a notable figure.
In his late 40s, sharp and commanding, he has a presence that fills a room before he even enters it. He’s someone who commands respect and admiration.
Charismatic and successful, yet… aloof.
Always polite and professional, but never too familiar.
To me, he was simply “Mr. Blake.” Just my boss. Nothing more.
Then came Thursday.
I expected an ordinary afternoon.
I had a stack of documents needing his signature, so I went to his office.
He wasn’t in, so I left the papers on his desk. But then… something caught my eye.
Something that made me freeze.
There, on his typically immaculate desk, sat a framed picture of me.
I blinked, convinced I must be mistaken, but no.
It was indeed a photo of me—one I couldn’t even place, as if it had been taken when I wasn’t aware. Yet it was unmistakably me.
Right there.
And around the edges were words written in his distinct handwriting.
“My Dream.”
“I Love You.”
My heart raced so hard I thought it might explode.
What is this? I wondered. Why… Why does he have this?
And those notes… and worst of all, my birth date, as if I were some cherished trophy he had cataloged.
My hands shook as I grasped the frame, my mind teeming with frantic questions.
Just then, I heard footsteps approaching.
Before I could even start to process it, the door swung open behind me. It was Mr.
Blake—he halted in the doorway upon seeing me clutching the photo.
His expression changed, a blend of surprise and… something darker.
I struggled to articulate my thoughts. “Mr.
Blake… what… what is this?” I stammered, my voice quavering despite my efforts to remain steady.
“Why do you have this picture of me?”
“Finally,” he murmured, as if this moment had been awaited for a long time. “I’ve caught you.”
I froze, feeling the air thicken around me, ensnaring me within the room. “What… what do you mean, caught me?” I managed to say, gripping the frame tighter.
He tilted his head, his gaze piercing as if he were seeing right through me.
“I’ve been watching over you for years, Evelyn.
Monitoring your growth into who you are.”
I took a step back. “What… what do you mean?” I uttered, hardly able to get the words out.
For a moment, his fierce gaze softened.
“I had to ensure you were… the right one.” He paused, and for the first time, I noticed a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. “My son has been searching for you for years.”
I stood still, my mind racing.
His son?
Searching for me? The words echoed in my head, but they didn’t align. Why would his son be looking for me?
Mr.
Blake took a deep breath and glanced at the photo in my hands, his expression shifting to something nearly… nostalgic.
“You were thirteen,” he began gently.
“It was the year of that disastrous fire in your building. My son was there that night, just a baby.
His grandmother was caring for him, but when the fire broke out… she was too injured to rescue him.”
My heart sank as memories surged back—flashes of smoke, the engulfing heat, and fear. A tiny cry persisting amid the chaos.
I hadn’t thought of that night in ages.
I had buried it so deep that it had transformed into a nightmare I’d convinced myself wasn’t real.
Mr. Blake’s voice lowered, filled with an intensity that felt unyielding. “You saved his life, Evelyn.
You, a little girl, ran back into that burning building to rescue a baby you didn’t even know.
You brought him out when no one else could.”
I swallowed hard, tears welling in my eyes. “I… I didn’t even remember,” I whispered, my voice trembling.
“I didn’t know he was… yours.”
He nodded, his gaze fixed on mine. “I know.
I was aware of it, though.
I didn’t want to reach out then. Your mother—” he paused, his voice thick with emotion. “Your mother didn’t survive.
I didn’t want to reopen the wound for you.
But I’ve always remembered, Evelyn. I’ve always felt grateful.”
I felt adrift in a haze, grappling to comprehend everything Mr.
Blake had just revealed. The fire.
I recalled it now, the smoke-filled apartment, the searing heat, my small, frantic hands reaching into the crib.
I could almost hear that baby’s cries as I pulled him close and staggered through the thickening smoke, praying we would escape.
“Wait… you’re telling me that your son—the baby I saved that night—is your son?” I continued, still reeling from the shock.
“And you’ve… you’ve been watching me all these years?”
I stared at him, attempting to reconcile the man before me with the distant, untouchable boss I thought I understood. “But why? Why all of this?” I whispered.
A faint smile crossed his lips, with a sadness in his eyes that was new to me.
“When my son grew older, I told him about that night.
About you. I showed him that picture, and from that moment… you became more than a memory to him, Evelyn.
He… he fell in love with you.”
He quickly added, “Not in a romantic way, of course. He was just a child… but you were the closest thing to a hero he ever knew.
And I didn’t want him to forget.”
Mr.
Blake opened his desk drawer and pulled out a small pile of papers, all worn and creased. He handed them to me, and I gazed at the familiar writing. Each note bore a looping, childlike script: I love you.
You’re my dream.
Thank you for saving me.
My hands quivered as I took the notes.
The intensity of his expression shifted, softening. “I never imagined it would go this far.
But… I needed to know. I had to know if you’d ever want to meet him, if you’d want to know us.”
I had no idea how to reply.
His words had sent my thoughts spiraling, a blend of confusion and an inkling of fear.
“Wait… are you saying your son… he is the one who wanted me to know?” I managed, the pieces of the narrative clicking into place like puzzle pieces I hadn’t realized I was holding.
Mr.
Blake nodded. “He’s been waiting, Evelyn. He hoped that maybe one day you would come back and finally meet the girl who saved him.
Even if it was just to know you as a friend… even if it was just to express gratitude.”
At that moment, I could barely register his words anymore.
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