LOGINSelene’s POV Lunch is supposed to be simple. A long table near the window, trays of food, three of my teammates talking over each other about a client who keeps changing the brief every other day. I am halfway through a salad and only half listening when the air at the edge of the eatery changes.I looked up and saw Adrian walking towards me with a very intense gaze. For a second I think I am imagining him. He should not be here. He has no reason to be in this building. Yet he is, in a plain shirt and jeans, looking at me like the last months never happened. My fork stays in the air.“Selene,” he says.My teammates notice the shift. One of them, Priya, glances between us. “Selene, are you okay?”“I will be right back,” I answer. I do not sound convincing even to myself.Adrian, the jerk, does not wait for permission. He steps closer, takes my wrist, and pulls me; not hard enough to make a scene that security would notice immediately, but firm enough that I either follow or turn it i
Zephyr's POV The car is quiet for the first few minutes after we leave the hotel.Silas breaks it. “That was unnecessary.”“What was?” Vorian asks.“The universe putting his sister in the same building as my meeting.”I turn slightly in my seat. “You say that like I arranged it.”“I am not accusing you. I am accusing fate. Fate has a sense of humor and it is not funny.”Vorian glances at the rearview mirror. “You handled it well.”“I handled it like a man trying not to catch fire in public,” Silas replies. “There is a difference.”I laugh. “She looked more composed than you did.”“She has had years of practice dealing with you. I am still new to this level of family exposure.”Vorian’s mouth curves slightly. “You chose the sister of the man who sits in my office every day. This was always going to happen.”“I chose a woman,” Silas mutters. “The rest of you came as a surprise package.”We stop at a light. The light turns green and we move again.“Are you free later?” I ask Silas.“Why
Zephyr's POV The hotel lobby is polished and quiet in the way expensive places usually are.Vorian walks ahead with the calm of someone who has done this a hundred times. Silas is beside him checking the time. I follow with the folder for the Aegis briefing under my arm.We are here to meet a potential partner; an infrastructure firm interested in early access to the defensive system for their own client networks.“Conference room B is on the second floor,” Silas says. “They are already upstairs.”“We are not late,” Vorian answers.“I did not say we were. I said they are already upstairs.”We cross the lobby toward the elevators. That is when I see her.Selene is standing near the far seating area with a woman in a grey suit. She laughs at something the woman says, then turns her head and looks straight across the lobby.Our eyes meet.For a second she only stares. Then her gaze moves to Vorian, then to Silas, then back to me. The realization lands on her face in stages. I watch it
Zephyr's POVThe hall empties slower than it filled. Cameras pack up. Reporters file out in clusters, already on their phones. The heavy backdrop still stands behind the empty podium like it is waiting for a second act that will not come. I stay near the side until the last external guest is escorted through the main doors. Only then do I let my shoulders drop.Rachel appears beside me with her tablet hugged to her chest. “Clean coverage so far. Most outlets led with Aegis. The interruptions are being framed as side noise.”“That is good,” I say. “Send the monitoring summary to Vorian and Silas every hour until evening.”She nods and moves off.I walk toward the executive floor. The energy in the building has changed. People speak faster in the corridors. Someone from product laughs near the elevators. The fear that sat in the walls during the offshore story is gone, replaced by a sharp, restless pride. We put something real in front of the world and it held.Silas is in Vorian’s of
Miles’ POVThe press conference plays on three screens in my study. In different angles and in different commentators, with the same man at the podium.Vorian Rex speaks like the room belongs to him. He gave lean answers without having to raise his voice. When the reporter from the third row tries to drag the offshore story back into the light, Vorian shuts it down without blinking, and the security were agile and active. The moment dies. The rest of the questions stay on Aegis.I pour a drink and do not touch it. The ice shifts once and settles.On the second screen a business channel runs the technical summary in a loop. Defensive core. Real-time isolation. Automated recovery. They are already calling it a serious step forward. On the third screen the stock chart ticks upward in after-hours movement. Not a spike. A steady, confident climb. The market likes the show. Analysts will call it discipline by morning.I mute all three screens and sit back. The hum in the room drops away.
Vorian's POV The main hall is already full when I walk in. Cameras line the back rows. Reporters fill the seats in front of the podium. The NexusVibe backdrop sits clean and bright behind the microphone. Rachel stands to the side with a tablet. Silas is near the wall with Jake. Security is visible at every entrance. The head of security, Marcus, stations himself near the front corner where he can see both the stage and the floor.I step up to the podium. The room settles.“Good morning,” I say. “Thank you for coming on short notice. Today NexusVibe is formally introducing Aegis, our new defensive AI core. Aegis was built to protect critical infrastructure from advanced intrusion, data corruption, and coordinated external attacks. It is designed to detect threat patterns in real time, isolate affected sectors, and rebuild compromised systems from verified clean states without taking primary operations offline.”I pause long enough for the cameras to catch the name.“Aegis is not an of
Vorian’s POV I stepped out of my black Maserati, the morning sun hitting NexusVibe’s glass tower like a spotlight.Silas slams the car door, grinning. “Vorian. Look at ‘em; employees practically kissing the ground you walk on.” I glance at the lobby, where staff nod and scatter as we stride thro
Zephyr’s POV “Zephyr, you are gonna burn a hole in that plate if you continue gazing,” Dad utters.I snap out of my thoughts, grabbing the bowl. “Just thinking, Dad. Big day tomorrow. New job at NexusVibe.” Mom, slicing bread at the counter, turns with a proud smile. “My boy, working for the big
Vorian’s POV “Vorian, if you do not devour this roast, I am disowning you,” Mom utters, her voice piercing but soothing, gliding a plate of herb-crusted beef across the dining table. The chandelier shines off her gemstone necklace, making her look seem she is still commanding a gala, not our famil
Zephyr’s POVThe door snaps closed behind me, and the soft glow of the family room greets me like a focus.Selene rises quickly, hands folded, her black hair tied up in a messy bun, gaze squinted with that protective stare she has mastered since we were kids.Dad rests on the worn tan recliner, his







