Se connecter(Amara)My fingers tighten around each other as I pace around my office.Back and forth.Back and forth.Worried. Tensed.The moment my office door opens and Maya steps in, I spin around immediately.“Maya…”She walks straight to me and reaches for my hand.“Maya, he’s here. Rayner’s here. He saw me.” My words tumble out too quickly. “He saw me.”“Relax, Amara. You need to calm down.”“Relax?” I pull my hands away from hers and stare at her in disbelief. “How can I relax?”I drag a hand through my hair.“How can I relax when…”My words suddenly die off as another thought crashes into my head.I turn back to face her fully, eyes widening.“What if he starts asking questions?” I whisper. “What if he tries to find out how I’m here? Why I’m here? Or what I’m even doing here?”A shaky breath leaves me.“I’m worried, Maya. He might end up finding out that I lied again. That I…”“And why are you even bothered about that?”Her question slices through my panic so sharply that I go still.“You’
(Rayner)She pulls herself away from my arms immediately.The warmth leaves me too fast.My hands loosen around her waist as she steadies herself properly on her feet. For one second, my fingers almost tighten again instinctively, pulling her back before she fully slips away from me.But I stop myself.“My apologies,” she says quickly, avoiding my eyes at first. “I didn’t see you coming.”I don’t answer immediately.I just stand there staring at her.God.She looks different.Or maybe I’m the one seeing her differently now.My eyes drift over her face slowly. Her lips. Her soft skin. The brightness in her eyes. Even the way her lashes flutter lightly under my stare feels painfully familiar.Too familiar.Like my body still remembers her — every detail of her presence after thirty-five days apart.Then a hand nudges my arm.I snap out of it instantly.“Ah… y-yeah.” I clear my throat quickly. “It’s fine. Mistakes happen.”Silence falls.Neither of us looks away.The hallway suddenly fee
(Rayner)Minutes pass. Then days. Then weeks.And somehow, just like that, it has already been thirty-five days.Thirty-five days since Amara left.Thirty-five days since she returned home.Thirty-five days since—A knock lands against my office door, pulling me out of my thoughts.“Come in.”The door opens immediately and Stefan steps inside with hurried movements, an iPad clutched tightly against his chest.“Sir,” he says quickly, placing it on my desk. “Here’s your meeting schedule you asked to see.”I stare at him for a moment before exhaling softly and leaning back into my chair.“Thanks.”The screen glows beneath my fingers as I scroll through the list absentmindedly. Meetings. Investors. Contracts. Numbers.None of it has felt important lately.A silence settles between us before I finally look up at him.“It’s been a month since you started working as my P.A, right?”Stefan blinks before nodding quickly.“Yes, sir.” A nervous chuckle slips out of him. “It’s all thanks to you t
(Amara)ONE MONTH LATERA knock lands softly on my office door and I lift my gaze immediately.Nathan stands there.The moment our eyes meet, a smile spreads across his face as he walks inside.“You’ve been working too hard, Amara.” He shuts the door behind him. “Why not give yourself a little break?”A tired sigh leaves me as I gather the scattered files across my desk.“I have to finish this presentation,” I mutter. “You know how important this project is to me.”“Yes,” he drags the word knowingly. “I know exactly how important it is. Everyone feels like this when they’re given their first real project to prove themselves.”He pauses.Something softer settles into his expression.“But you shouldn’t let work consume you completely.” His brows furrow slightly. “You even left the house without having breakfast again.”I still.The words hit harder than they should.Because he’s right.For the past month, my life has become nothing but work. Endless files. Late nights. Cold coffee. Head
(Maya)Knowing I’m here with Amara is one thing.But watching this woman stand there and challenge Amara the second she returns home is another entirely.My eyes remain fixed on her face while she speaks. That same face flashes through my mind again. The hospital. That night. The woman who kept trying to stop Amara from getting close to her family. From even seeing Eleanor.It’s her.Grace.A quiet scoff leaves my lips as realization settles deeper inside me. Every rude comment. Every sharp look. Every attempt to belittle Amara.She doesn’t want her here.My eyes narrow slightly.Then her voice slices through the room again.“Will you be able to take responsibility if anything happens because of her?”The words hang heavily in the air.I almost laugh.What a clever way to try to get me thrown out.Unfortunately for her, I’m not that easy to remove.Before Amara can respond, I step forward and gently grab her wrist.She pauses immediately and turns toward me.I shake my head softly.“N
(Amara)“Aren’t you packing?”I drag another empty box across the floor while staring at Maya.“What?” Her brows pull together immediately as she walks toward me. “Why are we packing?”A sigh leaves me as I glance up at her.“We have to leave this building today.” I continue folding my clothes calmly into the box. “I’m no longer working as his PA, remember?”Her mouth parts open, but no words come out.I almost laugh at the look on her face.“This was bound to happen eventually,” I say lightly. “So don’t overthink it.”“Then why am I just hearing about it now?” she blurts out finally.I pause briefly before dropping the dress into the box.“Because I also just found out this morning.”I grab my phone from the bed and unlock it before turning the screen toward her.“The message came in today. See?”Her eyes scan through it while I run a tired hand through my hair.“That’s why we need to leave,” I say quietly. “We can’t stay here anymore.”“Jeez, Amara…” Her shoulders drop slowly. “Then
(Felix)“What were you doing at The Sinclair Group?”My voice cuts through the living room, sharp and controlled. Selina doesn’t even glance at me. She throws her legs over the table, as if I’m background noise.“Come on, Felix,” she says lightly. “It’s not my fault you went ahead and announced you
(Amara)His hand clamps around mine before I can react.“Felix—”He drags me away from the corridor, down the stairs, his grip tight enough to sting. My heels almost miss a step and I struggle to keep my balance. By the time we reach the landing, he shoves me lightly away from him. I stumble, catch
(Amara)It’s another day to face my troubles. Another day to pretend I am stronger than I feel.I stand outside Rayner’s office, resignation letter clutched in my hand. The paper trembles slightly. I tell myself it’s fine. I can do this. I have to do this.I knock gently and push the door open.He’
(Rayner)I watch Amara disappear out of the room.The door closes behind her just as Isha’s voice cuts through the silence.“Well? Do you mind explaining what that was all about?”I turn slowly, a short laugh escaping me as I walk back toward my seat.“You find this funny?” she presses, her voice r







