로그인For the next two weeks, Zion stayed home, turning his usually packed schedule into one that revolved around Amy. Though she repeatedly insisted she didn’t need a “babysitter,” Zion brushed off her protests with the same calm determination that made him so infuriatingly Zion.
“This is unnecessary,” Amy grumbled one morning as she sat on the couch, her leg propped up on a cushion while Zion adjusted the ice pack on her ankle. “I can take care of myself
Amy remained outside the Aurelia office for several seconds after the call ended, her hand still resting on the phone. The instinct to turn around, walk straight back into the building, and take control of whatever problem had appeared was immediate and almost comforting. It was the instinct she knew well—the same one that had pushed her through her first difficult client meeting, her first financial setback, and every uncertain decision that had followed.But this time, something was different.The problem was not hers to solve.She had deliberately built a structure in which someone else was supposed to carry that responsibility.Amy looked through the glass doors. Her newly appointed managing director was standing inside the conference room, already speaking with two members of the team. He looked composed, although she knew the phone call had probably unsettled him.She could go back.Nobody would stop her.Nobody would even
Amy read the email again, hoping the words would somehow arrange themselves differently the second time.They didn't.The board had approved her proposed structure for the development platform, but there was one condition before the agreement could be finalised: Aurelia needed a managing director who could assume responsibility for its daily operations.Margaret wanted the name within forty-eight hours.Amy leaned back in her chair and stared at the ceiling.For weeks, she had been thinking about whether she could step away from Aurelia. Now that the decision was no longer entirely theoretical, she realised that the hardest part had never been deciding whether to leave the office every morning.It was deciding whom she trusted enough to leave it to.She looked through the glass wall at the people still working outside. Her team had grown quietly around her. There were people who had joined when Aurelia was little more than an idea and others who had arrived after the first clients cam
By Thursday morning, Amy had changed her mind three times about what Aurelia needed.The first version of her plan kept her at the centre of everything. She would remain responsible for major clients, approve significant decisions, supervise the team, and somehow divide her attention between Aurelia and the new development platform. It looked safe on paper, but the more she studied it, the more she recognised the problem. She wasn't creating a structure that could grow; she was simply finding a more complicated way to remain indispensable.The second version went too far in the opposite direction. She would appoint someone to run Aurelia entirely and move almost immediately into the larger platform. It was efficient, clean, and completely wrong. She had built Aurelia with a level of care she wasn't prepared to abandon merely because a bigger opportunity had appeared.The third version was still sitting unfinished on her desk.It was the first one that fel
Amy had always believed that the hardest part of building something was getting it started.She had been wrong.The hardest part was discovering that the thing you had spent months building could become bigger than the version of yourself that created it.By the time she arrived at Aurelia the following morning, Margaret's proposal had followed her through breakfast, through the drive to the office, and through the first twenty minutes she spent staring at the city beyond her window without actually seeing it.Step away from the day-to-day management of Aurelia.The words sounded simple.They were anything but.Amy had expected the larger development platform to require more work, more responsibility, perhaps even more travel. What she had not expected was the possibility that accepting the opportunity would mean surrendering the one thing she had been so determined to keep entirely her own.She had built Aurelia without Diamon
Amy did not touch the portfolio for several minutes after Daniel left.Northbridge Manufacturing.The name sat beneath a stack of financial reports, projections, and internal assessments that were far more complicated than the opportunity Margaret had described over the phone.Amy finally opened the first page again.Northbridge had been operating for more than twenty years. It had a strong customer base, experienced employees, and several valuable contracts. On paper, it should have been stable.Instead, its internal structure was beginning to collapse under the weight of its own growth.Cash flow was tightening. Operating costs had increased. Departments were working independently, and senior managers were making decisions without proper communication. Several major clients were demanding changes that Northbridge was struggling to implement.Amy turned another page.The amount of capital being requested made her pause.
Amy barely slept.Not because Margaret had frightened her.Because she had made her curious.By seven the next morning, Amy was already dressed and sitting at the kitchen island with a cup of coffee she had reheated twice without drinking.Zion walked in, adjusting his cufflinks.“You've been awake for hours.”Amy looked up.“How do you know?”“You've moved that cup around the table six times.”She glanced down.He was right.“I have a meeting.”“With Margaret.”“Yes.”“And you're nervous.”“No.”He looked at her.Amy sighed.“A little.”Zion pulled out the chair opposite her and sat.“What did she say exactly?”“That the project could change the scale of Aurelia.”“And?”“And she wouldn't tell me anything else over the phone.”He nodded.“Then go and listen.”Amy frowned.“That is your advice?”“Yes.”“I thought you'd have something more complicated.”“You're meeting an investor, not negotiating a hostage release.”She laughed.“Your comparisons are strange.”“They keep you calm.”Am
I had walked into intimidating rooms before.Boardrooms filled with executives who thought they knew more than me.Meetings where my last name spoke before I did.But nothing prepared me for this.Zion Petrakis didn’t just sit behind his desk.He owned the space.The room was too quiet, too bright,
Nobody spoke when Zion Petrakis walked through the executive floor.Not because they weren’t allowed to.Because his presence demanded silence naturally.The sharp sound of his shoes echoed against the polished black floors as employees quickly moved out of his path.Some nodded respectfully.Others
Amy stared at the rejection email on her laptop and laughed bitterly.“Unfortunately, we’ve decided to move forward with another candidate.”Again.She slammed the laptop shut and dropped back onto her couch with frustration.The apartment around her was small compared to the Armstrong mansion, but
Amy threw her heels across the room the second her bedroom door slammed shut behind her.One landed near the vanity.The other hit the wall.“Perfect,” she muttered bitterly.She loosened the collar of her blouse and stared at herself in the mirror.Calm face.Perfect hair.Controlled expression.Ex







