Completing two full, polished fashion drafts in just five hours and forty-five minutes?
There’s no need to spell out what kind of level that is—it speaks for itself. Which meant everything Lilian had said earlier—her critiques, her questions about Emily’s competency—was officially irrelevant.
To Emily, it was kind of funny how Lilian had written her off just because she hadn’t held a formal job in the past three years. As if that meant her skills were gone, her hands were useless, or she’d lost her edge just because she wasn’t out earning a paycheck.
People tend to forget—she used to be a designer once too, grinding through long hours and brutal deadlines. In fact, her ol
Theo’s assistant, John, came rushing over with a stack of wrinkled papers—maybe twenty or so—and handed them to Theo. “Sir, these were found in Lilian’s bin. They’re all Emily’s drafts.”Nobody expected a new development this late in the day. It was almost 6 p.m., time to go home, yet not a single person moved. Feet stayed glued to the floor. Everyone exchanged glances, unspoken but unanimous—they needed to see how this played out.Emily hadn’t expected Theo to actually have someone retrieve the tossed designs. But as she recognized the pages—clearly hers, complete with her signature—she realized something:Theo had probably been aware for a while that something wasn’t right with how she was being treated. It was only after hearing L
Theo had his assistant notify HR to send Lilian a formal warning—an official period on the day’s mess. Some coworkers packed up and headed home, while others, hungry for gossip, pulled together an impromptu dinner gathering."Wait for me in the parking lot," Theo leaned in and murmured to Emily before walking off with his assistant. Once they were out of sight, Emily made her way toward the exit.Bella darted back to grab her bag and quickly caught up to Emily, thumping her chest in mock panic. “You good? I was seriously about to die from secondhand anxiety. I was so tense I didn’t even get a good look at the boss’s face—and he’s seriously hot.”It was the first time she’d ever seen him that close—sharp jawlin
Emily clutched her chest, startled. “Jesus, you scared the hell out of me.”Still shaken, she hadn’t even had time to ask what Aaron was doing there. A cigarette butt smoldered at his feet—still giving off a thin wisp of smoke. Emily instinctively covered her nose, already wanting nothing more than to get inside and shut the door.Aaron stamped out the cigarette with his shoe and stepped in front of her door. He looked tired, drawn. “Em, I’m not here to cause trouble.”“I don’t care why you’re here,” Emily said coldly, automatically taking a step back.“Please, just hear me out.” Aaron’s voice was softer than usual. “Grandpa fainted just now… after hearing about our divorce.&
Sadie, of course, knew who Amelia was. The moment that long-forgotten name resurfaced, she blurted out, shocked, “You’re saying Amelia came between you two?”The words had barely left her mouth before she realized how poorly they landed. She’d only just returned to the country after receiving news of Aaron's divorce.The moment she got off the plane, she’d gone straight to see her father—who had reportedly fainted upon hearing about the split. The doctor said it was nothing life-threatening, just a spike in blood pressure from the emotional shock.Once she confirmed the old man was stable, she rushed to find Emily. A divorce was serious. The longer this dragged on, the worse things would get between them. She knew comin
In a private room of a city bar, Aaron had been drinking nonstop from the moment he stepped in, downing glass after glass like it was water. Tonight was clearly no casual get-together. He’d only called two people—Frank and Teddy.Teddy, who had never seen Aaron like this before, gave Frank a look. “You gonna say something?”Frank was just as unsettled. Aaron sat there with a stone-cold face, pouring alcohol into himself like he was trying to drown something ugly. The last time Frank had seen him drink like this was five or six years ago—when Amelia’s engagement had hit him like a freight train. He’d locked himself in a bar for three straight days.Tonight was starting to feel the same. Was
Teddy’s words echoed in Aaron’s ears—If you don’t truly love Emily, you’ll never be happy together.But did he not truly love her? Then why was he so furious, even devastated, when she asked for a divorce? Why did it hit him so hard, why did it drive him mad seeing how eager she was to cut him off completely?Frank and Teddy exchanged glances, both unsure of what to say. If Aaron didn’t even know where his heart stood, who were they to weigh in?Aaron couldn’t make sense of it. His mind was a fog, a mess he didn’t want to untangle. He hated feeling even remotely sober right now. His lips pressed into a tight, hard line as he reached again for the bottle in front of him.&ldquo
It was already late, and Emily had long since changed into her pajamas, ready for bed. She had just transferred to a new team at work, with plenty of adjustments to make. And beyond the changes at the office, she’d been dealing with Aaron—and his family.The way they found out about the divorce still made her feel guilty.But no matter how much her mood was affected, she couldn’t let it mess with her routine.So when her phone rang at that hour, and she saw it was one of Aaron’s friends, she didn’t really want to answer. Out of politeness, though, she picked up—pretending at first not to know who was calling.In the dimly lit booth at the bar, not a single sound was made.Aaron sat off to t
Frank finally relaxed after hanging up the phone. He’d had quite a bit to drink himself and was feeling dizzy, but instead of crashing the moment he got home, he’d insisted on staying up until Aaron’s driver confirmed everything was fine.Cecelia handed him a glass of ice water. “I honestly don’t get you tonight. You knew Ami and Aaron still have feelings for each other, so why stop her from taking him home?”Frank took a sip, the cold water doing little to clear his head. “Think about it—they’re both still married.”“So what? They’ll both be single soon enough.”His grip tightened around the glass, eyes darkening. “How do you know?”&ld
Emily roughly sorted her belongings, showered, and then collapsed onto the bed. The place was clearly well-maintained—clean, soft sheets and a mattress that supported her aching back perfectly.It was leagues better than the one in her old apartment. Normally she wouldn’t have cared much, but ever since the pregnancy, her lower back had been in constant pain. Right now, this level of comfort felt almost miraculous.Theo really is my lucky star, she thought.The next morning, she sent Bella a message. She knew Bella probably wouldn’t be in the mood to reply, and there wasn’t much she could do to help, but she still wanted Bella to know she was there for her—because Emily understood just how fast someone could hit emotional rock
When they arrived outside her apartment building, Theo’s assistant suddenly spoke up, asking Emily to stay in the car for a moment.Before she could ask why, two burly bodyguards were seen escorting a man toward them. The assistant got out and motioned for Theo and Emily to remain inside.Theo rolled down the window and glanced out, spotting the man—clearly weighed down with professional camera equipment.Rico, the assistant, explained, “This guy followed us all the way from the office. Kept acting shady.”From the gear and context, there was no doubt about the man’s identity.Theo frowned and asked, “Which news outlet do you represent? Why were you tailing us?”
Aaron walked away without pushing further—his first time ever backing off. After glancing at Leo’s phone, his expression turned stiff. He looked like he had something to say, but in the end, all he managed was, “I’ll come check on you next time,” before turning and leaving.Yeah right, Emily thought, pulling a face inwardly. Don’t bother. In fact, I’d rather not see you again. Still, she couldn’t help but wonder what had made Aaron look so grim.She didn’t have to wonder long.Just before the end of the workday, one of her teammates came up, eyes gleaming with gossip. “Hey Emily, have you seen this news?”
This time, Lilian’s gaze at Emily felt different. Emily brushed it off, assuming she was just curious about the gossip from lunch. After all, she wasn’t the only one getting odd looks lately—several coworkers had been sneaking glances her way.As she walked to the water dispenser, cup in hand, Emily couldn’t help but wonder: if even I was getting this much attention, what about Bella?Even if Bella was completely innocent, people always preferred their own narratives—saying things like "Something must’ve happened for it to blow up like that," or "Maybe she crossed a line and that’s why the wife reacted that way."
It took a long time before the chaos finally died down. The lobby had been a mess, filled with Lucas's wife’s unrelenting shouting—"It’s this woman who messaged you!""She’s the one who asked you for money!""You keep saying you're busy at work because of her!"She didn’t stop yelling at Bella, and even dragged her own husband into it, cursing him out too. Emily couldn’t stand to watch. Within ten minutes of the whole thing starting, she quickly pulled Bella away.She really wanted to yell back at that woman, but that woman was absolutely insane, completely irrational, and impossible to reason with. Emily didn’t want Bella to suffer
Emily had been in her new team for two weeks now, and things were going well. She got along with everyone, and the team lead had been giving her assignments that played to her strengths—women’s wear. He even praised her designs as fresh and said her technical skills were solid. Several of her pieces had already been approved.She and Bella had grown closer too. Even though Bella had submitted her transfer request, the company required a one-month handover, so she still had two more weeks under Lilian. But ever since that incident, Lilian had kept a much lower profile.That afternoon, they were just getting back from lunch, chatting as they walked through the lobby and into the elevator. Bella, holding a fresh cup of coffee, was excitedly talking, "My cat’s so naughty, I can’t leave anything on my desk—if she sees it, she’ll just—"Bella stopped mid-sentence, freezing as the elevator doors were about to close. A familiar figure stepped in. It wasn’t until the doors shut that Lilian loo
Amelia looked up and caught Aaron’s gaze, deep and steady, his expression serious. "Emily’s misunderstood what’s going on between us. I don’t want that getting worse." Her breath hitched, her hands tightening into fists, nails digging into her palms to keep herself composed. Her voice trembled just slightly, "What? How could she think that? Do you want me to talk to her, clear things up?" "No." Aaron replied without hesitation. "You don’t need to get involved. I’ll handle it."Amelia frowned, voice tight, "But how can I not? This all started because of me. If I’d explained things better at the hospital, maybe you two wouldn’t have fought." Aaron glanced at her hand resting on the desk, and his tone softened. "That wasn’t your fault." Then, more gently, "Is your hand better?" She blinked, slowly opening her palm. "It’s fine now, really." A small, pink scar—only about two centimeters—stood out against her skin. The same hand that had been injured that night she’d called him in tea
Amelia walked in with the food she’d spent two hours cooking, feeling pretty damn pleased with herself. She didn’t even need a key card to get into Aaron’s office—reception always buzzed her in without question. But just as she was about to step into the elevator, she caught something that stopped her cold."Yeah, I heard she’s the boss’s ex," the receptionist whispered to someone.Amelia froze, tried to brush it off, but then she heard it. Clear as day."Please, just ex? More like the side piece," the receptionist kept going. "Waltzing in here like she owns the place."Amelia’s face went white. Her hands shook. Without thinking, she stormed back out of the elevator, slammed her palm down on the reception desk, the sound echoing
Sadie fired off a few more questions before finally letting David go. The more she heard, the darker her expression became. Not long after David returned to his desk, Aaron arrived.He pushed open the door to find his mother sitting there, her face set in stone. He gave his assistant a slight nod to wait outside, closed the door, and silence settled heavily over the room. Aaron, unfazed, took off his jacket and sank into his office chair like it was just another day.Sadie was the first to break the silence, “What the hell are you thinking?”Aaron’s eyes darkened slightly, “Thinking about what? You’ll need to be more specific.”“DON’T play dumb with me. You’re really considering bringing Amelia on as a designer for th