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Chapter Fifteen: Ten Million Reasons to Be Angry
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2026-07-08 15:05:03
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After Midnight With Him Chapter Seventy-Six: A New Colleague
Sophia’s POVDaniel’s email arrived mid-morning while I was still reviewing the final Meridian launch copy at a borrowed desk on the thirty-eighth floor.He was in the city for two days of client-side reviews and wanted to know if I had time to walk through the remaining product descriptions in person. The tone was the same as it had been at the coast—professional, unhurried, free of any undercurrent that required careful reading. I stared at the message longer than it required. The kiss with Damien from the night before still lived in my body: the weight of his hand on my breast, the thick hardness of him against my palm, the way I had stopped fighting only to walk away carrying the larger secret. Daniel’s request felt like clean air in comparison. Simple. Contained. A reminder of the version of myself that existed outside Blackwood’s gravity.I replied that eleven worked.He was already in the small meeting room when I arrived, laptop open, two coffees on the table, the same easy po
After Midnight With Him Chapter Seventy-Five: The Kiss
Sophia’s POVI found him in his office after the building had mostly emptied.The decision had formed somewhere between leaving the smaller conference room the night before and walking through the lobby this evening with the last of the Meridian notes in my bag. I had told myself I was only delivering the final file. I had almost believed it until the elevator doors opened on his floor and the quiet of the executive corridor made the truth impossible to ignore. I was done fighting the pull. The careful distance, the measured conversations, the way I had kept replaying the near-miss during the storm—none of it had lessened what I felt when he was near. If anything, the honesty between us had only sharpened it.His door was open. He sat behind the desk with a single lamp on, jacket off, sleeves rolled to the forearms, the city a dark glitter beyond the glass. He looked up as I entered. Whatever he saw in my face made him close the laptop without comment.I set the folder on the edge of
After Midnight With Him Chapter Seventy-Four: The Choice
Damien’s POVThe following evening the storm had cleared, leaving the city washed and sharp under a cooler sky.Damien had not planned to seek her out again so soon. The near-kiss in the darkened conference room still occupied a precise place in his thoughts—the way she had leaned in, the way both of them had stopped, the quiet agreement that the timing was not yet right. He had told himself to give the moment room to settle. Yet when the final Meridian language notes required one last alignment pass, and when the only person left who could complete it with the necessary precision was Sophia, he found himself requesting the meeting without the usual layers of corporate distance.They met in a smaller conference room on a lower floor, one with ordinary walls instead of glass and a view that looked toward the quieter side of the building. The work itself took less than an hour. When the last revision was locked and sent, the silence that followed felt different from the professional qui
After Midnight With Him Chapter Seventy-Three: One Evening
Sophia’s POVThe storm arrived without much warning.We had stayed past seven to finish the final language pass for Meridian Holdings. The rest of the team had left by degrees—first the junior analyst, then the strategists, until only Damien and I remained in the glass-walled conference room on the forty-second floor. The city beyond the windows had already begun to darken, the sky turning the heavy, bruised color that came before summer rain. Lightning flickered somewhere over the river. Thunder followed a few seconds later, low and rolling.Damien glanced toward the windows once, then returned to the document open on the table between us. “We should wrap this before it gets worse.”I nodded and kept working. The professional rhythm we had maintained all day still held, but the earlier conversation on the street sat underneath it like a second current. He had apologized. I had not fully forgiven him. Yet the honesty of the exchange had shifted something, and the silence between us no
After Midnight With Him Chapter Seventy-Two: What Are You Hiding?
Damien’s POVHe noticed the moment she stood.The shift was small—Sophia closing her notebook with deliberate calm, the controlled way she collected her bag, the measured pace as she left the glass-walled conference room. To the client and the strategists it would have looked ordinary. To Damien it registered as something else. He had spent enough years reading rooms and people to recognize when composure was being held together by force of will. The pale under her eyes. The faint tightness around her mouth he had noted earlier. The way she had reached for the water earlier and then withdrawn. He finished the sentence he was speaking to the client, delegated the remaining timeline discussion to the senior strategist with a brief nod, and excused himself without explanation.He found her two blocks from the building, leaning against a low stone wall as if the walk had cost more than it should have. The late-afternoon light caught the side of her face. She straightened when she sensed h
After Midnight With Him Chapter Seventy-One: The Assignment
Sophia’s POVThe email arrived at 8:14 a.m. while I was still sitting at Eleanor’s kitchen table with a half-finished cup of tea.Subject line: Urgent – Meridian Holdings Brand Alignment Project. The sender was the head of external communications at Blackwood Enterprises. The body was brief and precise. A major client had requested an accelerated review of all public-facing language ahead of a multi-market launch. My freelance samples had been flagged by someone on the internal team. Availability for a two-week intensive was required. Compensation would be adjusted accordingly. A kickoff meeting was scheduled for eleven that same morning in the forty-second-floor conference suite.I read it twice. Then I set the phone face-down and stared at the quiet kitchen. The twins had already left for school. Eleanor was in the garden. The sealed hospital folder remained upstairs in the suitcase pocket I still had not opened. I had returned to the city for limited freelance work, not for this. Y
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