LOGINEric POVGabriel Sinclair stood near the large window in his office, overlooking the city skyline. His posture was straight, hands clasped behind his back. He didn’t turn immediately when I walked in.“Eric Macmillan,” he said coolly.“Mr. Sinclair,” I replied firmly.He finally turned, gesturing toward the seating area. “Let’s not waste each other’s time.”Straight to the point.I respect that.I sat across from him, placing my portfolio on the table.“Thank you for seeing me,” I began calmly. “I know your schedule is not easily rearranged.”He gave a noncommittal hum.“You’ve requested to withdraw from your thirty-year partnership with Macmillan Holdings,” I continued. “A partnership that has survived recessions, market crashes, regulatory shifts, and geopolitical instability.”His gaze was steady. “Circumstances evolve.”“They do,” I agreed. “Which is exactly why I’m here.”I leaned forward slightly.“Gabriel, I’m not here as a son-in-law who didn’t materialize. I’m here as a membe
Sienna's POV *****I exhaled slowly and rolled onto my back, pressing the heel of my palm to my forehead like I could potentially stop the ache forming there.I took a deep breath and sat up, shaking my head to stop memories of Julian from invading my mind. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, feeling the cold marble floor beneath my feet. I was just about to stand when the bedroom door opened.Eric walked in carrying a tray. He was wearing grey lounge pants and a simple white T-shirt, his hair was slightly damp like he just showered. He balanced the tray carefully in both hands, a proud smile on his face.“Good morning, beautiful,” he said warmly.“Morning,” I replied softly.He walked to the bed and placed the tray on the nightstand beside me carefully.“I come bearing peace offerings,” he declared.I looked down at the tray.There were scrambled eggs, toast cut diagonally, sliced strawberries arranged neatly in a small bowl, and coffee.“You…made this?” I asked, unable to hid
Sienna's POV Weeks passed, and our evening walks transcended to him visiting me on campus. The first time he did, I was pleasantly surprised.I was sitting under a tree between lectures, picking at a sad excuse for a sandwich, when a shadow fell across me.“Surely you can do better than that.”I looked up.There he was in a navy coat, his hair slightly windswept and a faint amused smile on his lips.“You’re stalking me now?” I whispered, trying not to grin.He handed me a paper bag.“Lunch.”Inside were pastries from the bakery two blocks from my apartment. The expensive one I only ever walked past.“You didn’t have to,” I said.“I know.” He replied, sitting next to me.We ate together that day, laughing and talking. And the world felt like it was just the two of us in it, everyone and everything else blurred.One week later, Julian walked me home from the coffee shop as usual. It was early autumn, the leaves lining the sidewalk were beginning to turn gold and burnt orange, crunching
Sienna's POVI opened my eyes to the pale morning light spilling through the sheer curtains. I barely slept last night, just kept drifting in and out of sleep.For a few seconds, I just laid there as memories from six years ago flooded my mind.*****After that rainy night outside the coffee shop, Julian came back the very next evening.“Flat white, please.” He ordered his usual.I looked up from the counter I was wiping to see him smiling. “How was the Political Theory test?” He asked.I stared at him like he just grew a second head.“You remembered?” I asked, surprised.He shrugged like it was nothing. “You made it sound really serious.” He simply said.He started sitting in the coffee shop longer, waiting for my shift to end so that he could walk me to my apartment.One night, when my shift ended, he was leaning against the brick wall outside, hands tucked into his coat pockets.“You don’t have to keep walking me home,” I told him.“And yet,” he replied smoothly, “here I am.”I tri
Sienna's POV For a second, I thought the universe was playing some cruel trick on me. Because standing in front of me was the one person I never thought I would see again.“Sienna.” He replied.My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I could hear it in my ears.For a moment, neither of us moved. I was aware of the faint buzzing of my phone which was now in my hand. Eric was still calling but I couldn't answer.“I—” I swallowed. My mouth felt dry. “What…what are you doing here?”Julian scanned my face for a moment then let out a soft breath, almost like a laugh. “Well, I...”“Sienna.”I looked over Julian's shoulders and saw Eric walking towards us.“I’ve been calling you.” He said the moment he reached us.He looked slightly out of breath, he was probably searching the entire hall for me.“I’m sorry,” I said quickly. “I was just…”His gaze shifted to Julian.“Julian. I haven’t seen you around since we arrived.”Julian straightened slightly. “Yeah. I got here not too long ago. I had
Eric's POV I stared at the stage as my father turned, extending a hand towards Stacey.“Please join me,” he said, looking proud.The spotlight shifted to Stacey as she made her way to the stage with grace. Loud applause and cheers followed her.She ascended the steps to the stage, her hand brushing briefly against my father’s arm as he guided her forward. The screen behind them still displayed her image.I could feel eyes flicking toward me—curious and assessing.My jaw tightened.Sienna didn’t look at me. Her gaze was fixed on the stage, her expression unreadable. I wondered what was going through her mind.Stacey accepted the microphone, waiting for the applause to die down. She took a breath, and then smiled.“Good evening,” she began smoothly, her voice filling up the entire room. “Thank you. Truly.”“It’s an honor to stand here tonight, especially on such a significant milestone for Macmillan Holdings,” she continued. “Seventy-five years of excellence is no small feat.”She ges







