The next morning, I found myself at Adrian Langston's office building, an imposing structure of glass and steel that towered over the cityscape. It was a far cry from the cozy café where I'd met Marcus or my own modest apartment in the outskirts of Meridian City. Here, everything was sleek, modern, and precise—the kind of place that told you to walk quickly and speak only when necessary.
I was dressed in my best business attire, a fitted charcoal blazer over a crisp white blouse, paired with tailored black trousers and sleek black heels. My hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, and I wore a subtle touch of makeup, just enough to look professional. I was nervous, but I kept a confident stride as I entered the building, my portfolio clutched under my arm.
The receptionist directed me to the top floor, where Adrian's office was located. The elevator ride seemed to take forever, my heart thumping in my chest as I rehearsed what I would say during the meeting. I wasn't sure what to expect. The opportunity was intriguing, but the warning text and Lucas Simmons' watchful gaze from yesterday left me feeling cautious.
When the elevator doors opened, I stepped into a spacious reception area with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of the city. The decor was minimalist but luxurious, with sleek leather furniture and abstract art on the walls. Diana Kingsley, Adrian's executive assistant, greeted me with a smile as I approached the reception desk. She was impeccably dressed in a tailored navy suit and heels that clicked with precision as she walked.
"Ms. Martinez, welcome," she said, her voice polished and professional. "Mr. Langston is expecting you. Please, follow me."
I followed Diana down a long corridor lined with glass-walled offices. The atmosphere was quiet but intense, a place where every second counted and everyone was focused on their work. Diana's stride was confident, her demeanor exuding efficiency. I wondered what it took to become Adrian Langston's executive assistant and how much of his world she truly saw.
Adrian's office was at the end of the corridor, a spacious corner suite with a stunning view of the city skyline. The windows stretched from floor to ceiling, allowing natural light to flood the room. The furniture was modern and understated, with a large mahogany desk and a sleek glass coffee table surrounded by plush chairs. Adrian stood by the window, hands in his pockets, looking out at the city below.
"Bella, it's good to see you," he said, turning to face me with that charismatic smile. He was dressed in a tailored charcoal suit with a deep blue shirt, the top button undone, exuding a sense of relaxed authority.
"Thanks for having me," I replied, taking a seat in one of the plush chairs. I set my portfolio on the glass table, feeling the weight of Adrian's gaze as he sat across from me.
"I wanted to discuss a business proposition with you," he began, his tone smooth and confident. "As I mentioned yesterday, we're launching a new tech product, and I think your skills would be a great asset to the team. I've seen your work, and I believe you'd be a perfect fit."
I nodded, trying to keep my excitement in check. "Thank you. I'm definitely interested in hearing more about the project," I said, maintaining a professional tone.
Adrian leaned back, his eyes fixed on me. "It's a high-profile launch, with a lot of visibility in the tech industry," he explained. "You'll be working closely with our marketing team, as well as Lucas Simmons, my right-hand man. It’s a tight schedule, but the rewards could be significant."
His words were enticing,though he said the same thing yesterday, it just sounded more assuring, but I couldn't ignore the nagging doubt in my mind. What did Adrian really want from me? Was it just business, or was there something else? I knew he was known for his ruthless business practices, but he seemed genuinely interested in my work. I needed to be careful, but the opportunity was hard to resist.
"That sounds interesting," I said carefully. "But I have to ask—what's the scope of the project? And what exactly would my role be?"
Adrian smiled, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "You'll be responsible for the branding and visual identity of the product," he explained. "You'll work with our marketing team to create a cohesive look and feel, from the initial concept to the final launch. It's a challenging role, but I think you have what it takes."
I nodded, absorbing the information. It sounded like a fantastic opportunity, but I needed more details before committing. "I'd like to think about it," I said. "It's a big decision, and I want to make sure I understand everything involved."
"Of course," Adrian said, his expression softening. "Take your time. If you have any questions, feel free to reach out to me or Diana. We're here to help."
Was he always this polite???
Diana had been silent throughout the meeting, standing near the door with her clipboard in hand. As Adrian stood to walk me out, she gave me a polite smile, but there was a hint of something else in her eyes—concern, maybe, or caution. I couldn't tell for sure.
"Mr. Langston values loyalty and hard work," she said as she walked me back to the elevator. "But he can be... demanding at times. Just be prepared for that."
I nodded, sensing that her words carried a deeper meaning. "Thanks for the advice," I said, stepping into the elevator.
As the doors closed, I felt a chill run down my spine. Diana's words were a warning, a hint that Adrian's charm and charisma might hide something darker. I needed to be cautious, to protect myself from getting too involved in a world where ruthlessness and ambition reigned supreme.
The elevator ride down was silent, my thoughts racing as I considered the offer. It was an opportunity I couldn't ignore, but the warning signs were too hard to miss. I knew I had to make a decision soon, but I needed time to think, to weigh the risks against the potential rewards.
And sadly… time wasn’t on my side.
After everything that had happened over the last few weeks—the tension, the danger, the revelations—Adrian and Bella both needed a break. The office was no longer a sanctuary, not with all the lingering uncertainty. And so, Adrian finally made the suggestion: "Let’s go to the estate this weekend. Just you and me. We need a change of scenery."Bella had agreed, not because she needed convincing but because she too was yearning for a bit of peace. Still, there was something she couldn’t shake off. She had invited Grace to join them. Her younger sister had been a source of lightness in the midst of all the darkness. Besides, Grace had a way of cutting through the tension and making everything feel less complicated.When they arrived at the Langston estate, Bella couldn’t help but marvel at the sprawling grounds. The estate was nestled on the outskirts of the city, hidden from prying eyes. From the moment the gates opened, it was clear how expansive the property was—lush gardens, manicure
Langston Enterprises was quieter than usual, but not because the tension had faded. In fact, it was just the opposite.The air practically buzzed with anticipation.Everyone was pretending everything was normal. The departments operated as usual. Meetings were scheduled, presentations were given, and the coffee machine ran nonstop. But beneath the surface, a silent war was brewing—one that only a select few were aware of.Marcus Whitmore was the target. And the bait had been perfectly set.Adrian stood in his office, arms crossed, watching the monitors mounted discreetly in a corner of his private conference room. Each screen displayed live feeds from strategically placed cameras in the server wing of the company—the very place Marcus would try to breach.Bella entered the room, her heels clicking softly against the hardwood floor. She wore an all-black fitted pantsuit, sleek and commanding. A sharp contrast from her usual soft colors—but it matched the mood perfectly. Her laptop was
Third Person POV**The storm had passed—at least, on the outside. Langston Enterprises was back to its usual hum the following day, but beneath the polished exterior, tension brewed.Adrian sat at the head of the strategy table, a silent figure of control and restraint. His dark suit was sharp, as always, and his face gave nothing away. On the surface, the meeting was about logistics—but Adrian’s thoughts were elsewhere.Lucas had requested a private word.And that wasn’t something Adrian could easily ignore.After the board had dispersed, and Bella left for a scheduled call, Lucas stepped back into the room, quietly closing the door behind him. The silence hung between them until Adrian leaned back, arms folded across his chest.“Let me guess,” Adrian said dryly. “You’re here to deliver more shade during someone else’s presentation?”Lucas smirked faintly. “You always did hate surprises.”Adrian’s expression didn’t change. “Start talking.”Lucas exhaled, stepping toward the glass wal
Third Person POV**Langston Enterprises buzzed with the mid-morning hum of productivity. The sun filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long, sharp shadows across the polished marble floor. Employees bustled around in quiet efficiency, the sound of heels clicking and keyboards tapping creating a low corporate symphony.Bella entered the office that morning feeling refreshed from the double date the night before. Her tailored tan suit and soft cream blouse gave her a professional yet calm appearance, her hair swept into a clean knot. She held a coffee in one hand and a folder tucked under the other arm, already making mental notes about her next pitch meeting with the design and tech teams.She hadn’t taken more than three steps into the executive corridor before she saw him.Lucas.The moment their eyes met, his lips curled into that familiar smug grin that always bordered on condescending. He leaned casually against the wall near the elevator, in a sleek gray suit tha
The boardroom at Langston Enterprises had been filled with the soft clicks of pens, murmured agreements, and the occasional sound of someone shifting in their seat. It was a quarterly strategy update, and though it had started like every other—formal, intense, and immaculately structured—there was something noticeably different in the air.Maybe it was the way Adrian kept subtly glancing at Bella across the table, a faint softness undercutting his usual steel-edged composure. Or perhaps it was how Diana no longer looked like she was suppressing an eye roll every time Oliver made a comment—because now, she actually smiled.As the final slides flicked across the large screen and the meeting drew to a close, Oliver leaned toward Adrian and whispered, “You’re unusually chipper today. Did you take up yoga or something?”Adrian shot him a deadpan look. “I had a good espresso.”“Must’ve been made with love,” Oliver muttered with a teasing grin, nodding toward Bella, who was already packing u
The following days at the Langston estate were painted in warm hues of laughter, quiet conversations, and subtle glances. Life was finding its rhythm again. But for Oliver and Diana, everything suddenly felt… different.Not uncomfortable. Not rushed. Just different — like stepping into a space they hadn’t dared explore for too long.Oliver strolled into the conservatory early that afternoon, where golden light filtered through high arched windows and bathed the lush plants in a soft, romantic glow. The room smelled faintly of lavender and citrus from the fresh blossoms along the edges, and a gentle classical piece drifted through the air from the antique speakers tucked between the ferns.And there she was.Diana Monroe.Sitting on the tufted bench in the corner, an open legal folder on her lap, her glasses perched delicately on her nose. Her dark brown hair was pulled into a low bun, and she wore a simple, elegant cream dress that hugged her figure like it had been tailored with her