MasukCARRIE The moment the conference room doors shut behind the clients, a warm rush of relief and accomplishment washed through me. Emmet slapped my shoulder playfully, Kwame grinned, and Anders… Anders just watched me with that soft pride in his eyes that always caught me off guard.“Well done, Carrie,” Emmet said as he and Kwame headed back toward their offices. “That pitch was flawless.”Emmett pulled me into a brief hug. "You knocked it out of the park."Kwame smirked. “I'm not surprised. You're a monster when it comes to pitches."I laughed.“Perfect,” Anders added, still lingering after the two men had left.I exhaled, letting the adrenaline settle. “Thank you. I’m glad it went well.”Anders tilted his head slightly when it remained just the two of us, studying me. “Walk with me?”I nodded, curious about the glimmer in his eyes.He didn't go in the direction of the offices, instead he led me towards the stairs. We took the stairs up to the rooftop garden; a small space the co-foun
CARRIE The conference room at Nomadic TV buzzed with a focused energy that always fueled me. This was my world; strategy, branding, presentations, persuasion. The place where my mind felt sharpest and most alive.The pharmaceutical company’s delegation had arrived ten minutes earlier, and the air still carried the faint scent of their colognes and expensive perfumes. They were known in the industry for being picky, analytical, and impossible to impress. Exactly the type of challenge that made my blood hum.I stood at the head of the table, my laptop connected to the projector, the first slide glowing behind me: "Transforming Visibility: Nomadic TV × Zedon Pharmaceuticals."Emmett sat near the center with his thoughtful half-smile; he had told me yesterday evening that he trusted me completely to hook this down for Nomadic. Kwame leaned back with his arms folded, his expression focused. Anders sat near the far end, his eyes locked on me with a subtle pride that steadied me more than
SHANEFriday night settled over the house, dim and heavy. I sat in my study, the only source of light a single lamp on the desk. Spread before me were the things I had once dreamed of giving Carrie on our first wedding anniversary; the three different jewelry I got for her. Beside the jewelry boxes was the large brown envelope holding the documents to the two apartment units I had purchased for her. One overlooking the river. The second facing the city skyline. My fingers brushed the velvet lid of one of the jewelry boxes. That familiar ache twisted inside me again.I had planned so many things for us.And yet I had destroyed everything instead with my jealousy.Even now, I felt Carrie’s words echoing in my bones:“I don’t love you anymore, Shane, it's over between us.”I exhaled slowly and leaned back in my chair.I still needed to give her these things. They weren’t gifts anymore, they were what I owed her. A broken apology shaped in diamonds and property deeds. She would probably
CARRIE I floated…not walked into my bedroom. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt like that but that was exactly how it felt; light, soft, almost unreal. The moment Anders drove away, I stood by the door for several seconds, my hand still on the knob, my heartbeat refusing to settle. Three hours had passed like three minutes in that beautiful restaurant. Three hours of warmth and laughter and the gentle reminder that life could be tender again.I leaned against the door, exhaling slowly as my lips pulled into the kind of smile I hadn’t worn in years.Tonight had been… beautiful.I sat on the edge of the bed and kicked off my heels, sighing in relief as the soft carpet met my sore feet. My body felt alive, like someone had turned up the color in a world that had long been in grayscale. I walked toward the mirror and paused.I was glowing.It wasn't makeup. It wasn’t the soft curls that framed my face. It wasn’t even the elegant dress that hugged my body in just the right way.It w
ANDERSWhen Carrie opened the door, the air punched right out of my lungs. I thought I had seen her in every mood; frazzled at the office, exhausted from motherhood, calm and focused in meetings but I had never seen her like this. She was breathtaking. Her dress was soft and elegant, the color settling on her skin as though it had been made just for her. Her hair framed her face in gentle waves, nothing overly styled, just… beautifully natural. That was one of the things that endeared me to Carrie, she never tried to overdo anything. “You are beautiful,” I heard myself say, my voice embarrassingly breathless.She blinked shyly, her smile lifting something heavy inside me. “Thank you,” she murmured. “You look dapper yoursel.” Then she stepped aside. “Come in for just a minute. Let me grab my purse.”I walked into her apartment, trying not to stare but failing miserably. I had seen this place a hundred times; Leo’s toys, the warm lighting, the quiet peace Carrie always created around
ANDERSI was already dressed, standing in the middle of my living room like a man waiting for a sentence to be passed; tie straightened three times, jacket brushed twice, shoes shining like I had polished them with my own nerves.And yet… I still wasn’t breathing properly.I pulled out my phone and pressed Nancy’s name before I could talk myself out of it. My daughter picked on the first ring.“Dad,” she said flatly, “you’re nervous.”“I’m not…I mean, I’m just calling to check if you ate. You should eat, you know. Young people always forget. And also…”“Dad.” She sighed loudly, the teasing kind she used when she was amused. “It’s literally dinner, not a heart transplant.”“I know, I know,” I muttered, pacing across the rug. “But it’s been years. And this is… important. Carrie is…she’s special.”“Yes daddy, she’s more than special,” Nancy said warmly. “And she said yes. That’s the hard part. You just have to show up.”I stopped pacing and rubbed the back of my neck. “I don’t want to me







