Jace sat behind his desk, a file open in front of him—one of the many reports he had no real intention of reading.His pen hovered above the paper, unmoving.Because his attention wasn’t on the numbers. Or the words. Or the pages.It was on her.Across the room, Sarah stood by the far shelf, straightening files with careful precision. She hadn’t said much when she came in. Just nodded quietly when he told her to arrange the shelf. Now, she was focused on the task..graceful, silent, unknowingly pulling his attention again and again.And this time, he didn’t even try to stop it.From the corner of his eye, Jace watched her. His gaze followed her fingers as they glided over the binders, her hands moving with soft care. Then she reached for the top shelf—and her dress lifted just slightly, showing a hint of her smooth leg.That was all it took.His throat went dry.He shifted in his seat, pretending to read, flipping a page he hadn’t actually looked at.But the distraction was brutal.And
Luca stared at the young lady as she walked out of the office, heels clicking lightly against the polished floor. Something about her tugged at his memory. He knew her. Yes—he’d seen her at that get-together party weeks ago. The same woman Leo was talking to before he got punched in the face. Who was she? They both acted awkwardly when he barged in. He didn’t get to dwell on it long. Leo’s voice snapped him back. “What’s up?” Leo asked. “Did you... did you get anything?” Luca blinked, refocusing. He stepped toward Leo who was still looking at the door. "Sure! I did." He held up the folded document like a prize. Leo’s eyes were already locked on the paper. Luca smirked. “All thanks to me for being my usual reckless self,” Luca added. “Congratulations. I just saved your asses without lifting a damn finger.” Leo stepped forward, grabbing the document with a mix of disbelief and urgency. “How did you get this?” he asked, glancing up, clearly surprised.
Leo sat quietly in his office, the afternoon light spilling through the blinds and casting long shadows on the floor. His head bent over a stack of folders, his fingers flipping through them, but his mind wasn’t fully in it.A knock came—soft, almost hesitant.Before he could say anything, his assistant pushed the door open. “Sir, someone’s here to see you.”“Tell them...” he started, but the words died on his tongue when she walked in.Diane.His heart pounded violently in his chest. He froze. For a moment, everything else—papers, deadlines, stress, the company vanished. He just stared."Diane," he breathed.It wasn’t a hallucination. It wasn’t a memory. She was really here. In front of him. Her heels tapped softly against the tiled floor as she walked to the visitor's chair, dropped her handbag on the desk, and crossed her legs. Calm, poised. Like she still owned the room. Like nothing had changed.Leo blinked. His senses slowly returned."I... I really wasn't expecting you..." he s
Clarissa straightened slightly, as though remembering she was supposed to resist whatever charm was floating in the air between them.“I’m not here to waste your time. I just came for something you already have.”She narrowed her eyes. “Which is? Mr...”“Van Driscoll,” Luca said easily, stepping closer. “Luca Van Driscoll.”Her brows rose just slightly at the name, but she masked it quickly, her hands folding neatly on the table.“I’m not authorized to give out internal financial data, Mr…?” she said, having already figured out what he came for.His brother had called earlier, asking about a transaction. She assumed Luca had come for the same thing—and she wasn’t wrong.“Exactly what you said earlier,” Luca said coolly, “but I’m here now... in person.”“That doesn’t change protocol,” she said, though her voice had lost a bit of its edge. “Unless you’re here with a legal order, I can’t—”Luca didn’t answer immediately.Instead, his gaze dropped slowly, from her eyes to her lips… then l
The phone rang again, cutting sharply through the silence. Luca groaned softly, his body buried under the sheets. He reached for the nightstand lazily, fingers fumbling around until they landed on his phone. One eye cracked open. Leo. He exhaled, already irritated. But he answered. “What?” Leo’s voice exploded on the other end. “Are you insane, Luca? I’ve been calling you since last night! You didn’t see my calls? What the hell were you doing last night?” Luca furrowed his brows, still trying to wake. He sat up slowly, rubbing the side of his face. "You were calling?" He asked confused. He didn’t realize Leo had been calling. Last night had blurred into chaos—he’d been too occupied making Rhea Voss pay for hitting him. “I didn’t know you were calling,” he said, voice rough. “I wasn’t looking at my phone. I was… busy.” He didn’t say more. He didn’t need to. His silence was enough for Leo to guess. “Busy?” Leo snapped. “W
Jace stepped into the late Mr. Robert Van Driscoll's office. As soon as the familiar scent hit his face, he groaned. "Smells just like that old man," he grunted under his breath. His face twisted with displeasure as he stepped in deeper. He hadn’t set foot in here a single day in his life—not even when the man was still alive. Not even after he began working here. Everything in the office was curated in Robert's taste: the dark mahogany furniture, the heavy leather chairs, the overpriced abstract art pieces that screamed wealth and control. He stood at the center of the room and looked around. Cold. Stiff. Silent. Just like the man had always been. On the table was a photo frame of Robert and young Leo. Both suited up, smiling, gleaming like the perfect father-son duo. They looked happy. Content. And like Jace had never existed. "Old fool," Jace muttered, flipping the frame facedown on the desk. He didn’t want to see him. Not even in pictures. Moving to the shelf, he sta