เข้าสู่ระบบ(Amara)My heels click against the floor as I make my way out of the meeting room, Maya beside me.Just then, Martha strides toward me too.“I just got a call. The remaining campaign shoot has been completed.”“Good.” I nod. “We’ll need to make haste, it seems. The launch is near, and we need to make sure everything is ready and completed before the due date.”“A few shots from the shoot have just been sent.” Maya stretches her iPad toward me.I take it, my fingers scrolling through the photos.Clean. Clear. On point.Isha holds up the new product in some, her smile bright as she poses for each section.I smile too.Not because of her smile.But because the long-awaited project is finally coming to life.And I can’t wait for it.This… this feels like the heart of it all.“I’ll take a look at them once I’m in the office.”I give the iPad back to her, and she nods, taking it from me.Just then, a noise from behind stops us.There seems to be some kind of commotion at the entrance.I tur
(Rita)“What are you doing?”The words slip out of my mouth just as I approach Kelvin.He startles and quickly presses something on the keyboard, my eyes landing on the screen.It’s some kind of task management application, rows of assignments and progress bars covering the screen. Nothing unusual. Nothing that should make him react the way he just did.He clears his throat and straightens, a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes spreading across his face.“Weren’t you going to get coffee?” he asks.For a moment, I say nothing.My mind keeps replaying what I’d just seen. The way his face had flushed with fear. The way his fingers had moved quickly across the keyboard, almost desperately, as though there was something he didn’t want me to see.“Rita.”His voice snaps me out of my thoughts.I startle.“Ah, yes.” I force a smile. “I was asking if you wanted me to get coffee for you as well. But you were too engrossed in what you were doing that you didn’t hear me.”“Sorry about that. I
(Amara)“What’s going on, Amara?” Maya’s voice drifts behind me. “I’ve been trying to talk to you since yesterday, but you’ve just been ignoring me.”I keep walking, my mind flashing through the face I’d seen today.“Amara, what’s it with this marriage with Lorenzo? You don’t even love him. Why did you accept to marry him? You can’t possibly be—”Her words die in her throat as she spins me around.She stares at my face, her brows slowly pulling together as if only now noticing how pale I look.“Amara, you…”But before she can finish her words, I let the name out.“Selina…”She holds my gaze.“I saw Selina today.”Silence.For one beat, we both just stare at each other.Then a sudden, low laugh leaves her.“Wha… what do you mean?”She forcefully shuts her eyes before opening them again.“I mean, how? Where? Where did you see her?”I slowly turn around, taking two steps away as my mind flashes back to the road.The stop at the traffic light.Selina crossing in front of my car.The way s
(Rayner)“Do you plan on killing yourself by getting drunk?”Stefan’s voice rings beside me as he reaches for the wine bottle in my hand and pulls it away.I let out a bitter scoff.“What can I say?” I sink further into the couch, staring blankly ahead. “I’ve lost at everything, Stefan. I’m a failure. A complete failure.”“No…”“First, I failed to recognize the woman I had only ever truly loved. Then, when I finally realized it, I failed to save her from the marriage that caused her so much pain.”My throat tightens.“And now, I’ve failed to be with her.”I drag a hand down my face, the weight in my chest becoming unbearable.“I’m unable to be with Amara, Stefan. I’m a failure. I keep losing. Every single time I think I’m finally going to get something right, it slips through my hands.”My eyes burn.“And now she’s going to marry Lorenzo.”Just saying his name makes something ugly twist inside me.“To my worst enemy.”“You need to get a hold of yourself.” Stefan crouches beside me, hi
(Amara)The door to my office bursts open, and I look up to find Rayner standing there.He strides toward me, his pace hurried, his expression tense enough to make my chest tighten.I lean back in my chair, forcing myself to remain calm. “I don’t think there’s any reason for you to be here, Mr. Rayner Sinclair.”A bitter scoff tears through him.“Marriage? Really?”“Why?” I hold his gaze, refusing to let him see how much his presence unsettles me. “Am I not allowed to get married? Last I can remember, I’m free to do whatever I want with my life.”“It’s marriage we’re talking about here, Amara.”“Yes, I know.”“Then why are you agreeing to this?” His voice rises with disbelief. “How can you accept a marriage to him of all people? To Lorenzo?”A humorless smile touches my lips.“Good to know you’re only bothered about whom I’m getting married to and not the fact that I’m getting married at all.”“Amara, you know that’s not what I mean. You know—”I lift my hand, stopping him before he c
(Stefan)“Why does it feel like everyone’s just staring at us?” Rita asks, bringing her coffee cup close to her nose.“Yeah, it sure looks like it,” I say, darting my eyes around to catch their prying eyes.“Oh jeez!” She exclaims. “This is why I said we should keep our distance at the office. Now they’re already suspecting us.”“I did, Rita. But you don’t expect me to keep my distance from you all the time. We barely even have time for ourselves.”My voice lowers.“Oh, really?” she says sarcastically. “I guess you’ve finally gotten what you want then. Now they’re all gonna keep staring and talking about office romance between us.”“Well, that’s not a bad story either.”“Stefan…” she calls, frustration already filling her voice as a chuckle escapes me.Then I look at her and say, “Maybe it’s just you who keeps thinking about it. Because take a look…” I signal toward the people around us. “We’re just here having coffee. Who would begin thinking something else?”“Then why do they keep s
(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)I’m lying on my bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling, but I’m not really seeing it. My mind keeps replaying Rayner’s question.“You’ve never been to Switzerland?”The way he looked at me when he said it. Not casual. Not random. Assessing. Like he was waiting for something. Like he already knew so
(Rayner)I watch her from behind as she walks into the kitchen.I knew she wouldn’t say no.Honestly, I hadn’t expected her to agree either. I only tried my luck. Yet here she is, tying the apron around her waist, moving around my kitchen like she belongs here.And I stand there, pretending my arm
(Amara)“Good day, Sir Rayner,” I say the moment he walks in.But another voice follows him.Soft. Feminine. Familiar.My eyes lift and there she is. The same lady from yesterday. The one who left the office with her arms locked in his.I freeze.She walks in behind him, talking rapidly, her words







