LOGIN"He also mentioned Vera Sorel has made her attendance at the follow-up conditional on yours," I said, letting the other piece of the weight land between us. "He wanted me to know that." The pen halted in her hand. She took a breath, slow, through her nose, and the line of her throat moved once befo
Edward's POV Phillip arrived at twenty past ten. He settled into the chair across my desk and set his coat on the arm of it. The draft was already in his hand before he opened his mouth. "Signed and filed as of this morning. Your name on the minority position. Clean." He set a single folded page
"I don't know." "You said it to him. Not here." The pause that followed remained too long to be casual. "What are you afraid of?" I didn't rush it. "That I'm seeing it right. And it still falls apart anyway." She shook her head slightly. "That's not uncertainty. That's you refusing to close y
Alicia's POV Elena didn't turn when I came in. She was at the counter, spoon hovering over a bowl she hadn't touched in a while. The kettle had gone cold long enough to feel intentional. My bag hit the floor by the door. She didn't look at it. "You came back wrong." "I came back two days ago."
She turned a page. No emphasis. "They agreed." No one in the room needed more than that. "Rotterdam," George said. "Two families," Alicia said. "Both meetings ran long. Same underlying concern, different language. We answered it both times. Follow-up is scheduled." "Documentation," Catherine sa
Edward's POV The term sheet had been in my inbox since the previous night. Four pages. Clean. Volkov's committee had approved the access deal exactly as the projection had asked for. Southeast Asia. The Gulf. East Africa. The network layer intact. The timeline fixed. Nothing negotiated down. I se
Edward's POV The boardroom emptied at four‑thirty. Cold coffee sat in a chipped mug. My phone lay facedown on the table. In my mind, the guest list played on repeat: the Carters. Jennifer Caldwell. Senator Whitmore. Three board members have been circling since my father's death. Waiting. They didn
Anaya's POV I woke to an empty bed. The sheets on Edward's side were cold. Undisturbed. He hadn't come to bed at all. I lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, trying to decide if I cared. My chest felt tight, but I couldn't tell if it was hurt or just tiredness. Maybe both. Maybe neither
Edward's POV I pushed through the front door at half-past eight, loosening my tie as the cool air of the foyer washed over me. The house was too quiet. No music from upstairs, no housekeeper bustling about. Just the low sound of the chandelier and the faint clink of silverware from the dining roo
She arched against me, back bowing, breasts pressing against my chest. Her nails found my forearms now, digging in. "Edward—" I didn’t answer. Just kept moving, taking what was mine, what she’d already decided to give. What we both needed. Her body trembled beneath my hands. Her breath came in r







