Se connecter(Amara)My heart is racing, fingers curled tightly around my purse as my eyes lock with his face.This place.The same hall my grandfather brought me to five years ago. And somehow it’s the same staff who had attended to us then.There’s no way he would recognize me… right?But—“Oh!”His voice cuts through everything, sharp and certain.Recognition flashes across his face.My stomach drops.I begin to fidget, heat crawling up my neck as sweat gathers at my nape. If he says anything—if he calls my name—then everything unravels.My identity.The truth.That I’m Amara Roosevelt.He opens his mouth to speak again—“Rayner Sinclair.”The interruption is smooth. Controlled.I inhale sharply, relief rushing through me as the staff immediately nods and steps away.Only then do I lean into my chair, my body trembling slightly from the tension that almost exposed me.And then I hear it.Rayner’s voice.“Michael.. Michael Roosevelt. So good to see you.”My head snaps up.For a moment, the world
(Amara)“Argh!”The sound tears out of me as I clutch the edge of the sink.It’s beginning to feel impossible.Absolutely impossible to live freely in this city without running into them.Because how?How is he suddenly here?Michael… at an auction?A bitter laugh almost escapes me.He never cared for auctions. Even when Grandfather was alive, it was always a struggle to get him to attend. He would make excuses, disappear halfway, act like it bored him to death.And now… he’s here?My eyes widen as the thought settles.“You need to calm down,” I whisper to myself, gripping the sink tighter. “Think, Amara. Think.”This isn’t Nathan.Nathan is easy. Predictable. Manageable.Michael is not.His face flashes through my mind. That stillness. That quiet, unsettling calm. The kind that never reveals anything. The kind that makes you feel like he already knows your next move before you make it.How do I deal with someone like that?What happens if he comes for me?A shaky breath leaves me as
(Amara)“Auction? Auction?” Maya’s voice follows me across the room as I move between my wardrobe and the bed, trying to piece together something suitable to wear.“But come on, Amara, are you seriously going for this auction? It’s the weekend. Why should you even have any business with him outside work hours?”I don’t answer immediately.Instead, I place a black dress carefully on the bed, my eyes darting between it and the deep wine-colored one beside it. Neither feels right anymore.“Are you even listening to me?” she snaps.I exhale and turn to her. “We’ve been going over this since last night, Maya. I thought we were past this stage.”She says nothing, just watches me, and somehow that makes it worse.Now I’m second-guessing everything.I turn back to my wardrobe, pushing hangers aside in search of a third option.“I’m just concerned, Amara,” she says more quietly this time.I pause.“It’s enough that you spend most of your time with him at the office. Now you’re going to an even
(Rayner)I sit alone in the dimly lit room, the faint glow from the lamp barely cutting through the darkness.The glass in my hand tilts slightly as I take another sip.The burn is sharp.It drags down my throat and settles heavily in my chest, but it does nothing to quiet my mind.Because the moment I close my eyes—I’m back there.In that meeting.Amara’s voice.Steady. Firm.Defending him.A bitter scoff slips past my lips as I lean back into the chair, swirling the drink in my glass.What did she say again?That I couldn’t change the rules?I let out a quiet, humorless laugh.Another sip follows. This one burns more.Why does she keep protecting him?Every single time.It’s like she doesn’t see it. Or maybe she does… and chooses to ignore it.My jaw tightens.He’s a scumbag.Yet somehow, she always stands in front of him. Shielding him. Speaking for him.Even with the way he keeps treating her.My grip tightens around the glass as another memory forces its way in.The hallway.I h
(Amara)The question settles heavily in my chest and I snap immediately,“I can explain—”But he doesn’t hear me.His attention is fixed on her.“Didn’t you hear me?” Rayner’s voice cuts through the space, sharp and controlled. “I asked who you are… and why you have that covering over your face.”Covering?The word echoes in my head as I slowly turn.Maya stands there, her head slightly bowed, a scarf wrapped tightly across the lower half of her face. My gaze shifts beside her—to him.The tall stranger.There’s a faint smile on his lips, calm, unbothered, as if he walked into this tension on purpose.“She’s not well, sir,” he says smoothly. “I came to ask her to leave while I fill in for our department.”My heart drops—Then steadies.Relief rushes through me so suddenly it almost makes me dizzy.“Ye… yes,” I add quickly, lifting my head to meet Rayner’s gaze. “I stopped her from entering earlier. She wasn’t looking well, so… he must have come to represent the department instead.”May
(Amara)A deep sigh escapes me as I close the door behind me, my fingers lingering on the handle for a second longer than necessary.Rayner’s voice echoes again in my head.“About yesterday…”Heat rushes up my neck instantly.Gosh.I walk quickly to my desk, then stop halfway, my thoughts spiraling before I even sit. My hands come together, fingers clamping tightly as I begin to pace.He didn’t see us.My brows knit as I replay everything. Every second. Every movement.No. He couldn’t have.I was fast. Careful. Too careful.There’s no way he saw Maya and me.And even if he did… I swallow hard. He wouldn’t have let it go that easily. Not with the way I know he hates lies. Especially after how he reacted to my resume, convinced I had lied about my marital status.My hand drags through my hair as realization settles.He definitely didn’t see us.“Aren’t you ready for the meeting yet?”The voice slices clean through my thoughts.I freeze.Then I turn.Rayner.“I…” My mouth opens, but the







