ログインVorian's POV The phone rings while the room is still dark. I reach for it without opening my eyes fully. Silas’s name is on the screen. That alone tells me something is wrong. He never calls this early unless the building is on fire.I answer. “What is it this time?” I ask.Silas does not waste time. “Someone leaked a story that you have a secret offshore account. The media is running with it hard, and our stock is already dropping fast.”¹¹I sit up. The sheets fall away. My mind clears in less than a second. “How bad is it?”“Bad bad,” he answers. “There are headlines on every major business site and investors are reacting. The PR is waiting for orders. Zephyr is already here with me.”I put the phone on speaker and open my laptop. The screen light is harsh in the dark room. I type my own name. The results load instantly.“NexusVibe CEO Linked to Secret Offshore Account”“Vorian Rex Faces Questions Over Hidden Foreign Holdings”“Shares Slide as Allegations Hit”I scroll through the
Silas’ POV My phone rings before the sun is fully up. The sound cuts through the dark room like a blade. I grab it without opening my eyes and press it to my ear.“What?” I say. My voice is rough.It is my personal secretary. She sounds wide awake and nervous. “Mr. Silas, I am sorry to call this early, sir, but something is wrong. You need to check the media right now.”I sit up. The sheet falls to my waist. “What kind of wrong are we talking about, just tell me what is wrong.”“Just check,” she says. “Please.”I do not hang up, “Wait a minute then.” I reach for the laptop on the nightstand, open it, and wait for the screen to light up. The blue glow fills the room. I type quickly. News sites, business pages and social media.The headlines hit me one after another.“NexusVibe CEO Linked to Secret Offshore Account” “Vorian Rex Under Investigation for Hidden Foreign Holdings”“Stock Plummets as Allegations Surface Against Tech Titan”I stare at the words and my stomach turns cold. I
Zephyr's POVThe smell of my mother’s cooking fills the whole house. I sit at the dining table with my elbows on the wood. It feels strange to be here in the middle of the day after Paris. My body is still on another time zone, but the noise of home pulls me back fast.My mother sets a full plate in front of me and wipes her hands on her apron. “Eat,” she says. “You look like you have been surviving on airplane food and stress.”“I am fine,” I answer.She gives me a look. “You disappear for two days, come back with that soft smile on your face, and tell me you are fine. Sit properly and eat.”My sister drops into the chair across from me. “She has been saying that since you walked in,” Selene says. “You would think you were gone for a year.”“I was gone for two days,” I reply.“Two days too long,” my mother says. “It is good to have both of my children at the table at the same time. This almost never happens anymore.”My father comes in from the living room and takes his seat at the h
Miles’ POV The restaurant is expensive and quiet. Dark wood. Low lights. Heavy curtains that keep the city noise outside. I sit across from Nathaniel Holt with a glass of red wine I have barely touched. He is already on his second drink. His hands move too much. His eyes keep checking the door.I watch him with growing irritation.“You need to calm down,” I say.Nathaniel leans forward. “Calm down? Vorian is getting closer. I got word today that his people pulled deleted files. They are looking at the transfers. They are looking at the keycard.”I take a slow sip of wine. “I know what they are looking at.”“Then you know we are in trouble,” he says. His voice is rising. “If he connects everything to HoltTech…”“He will not,” I cut in.Nathaniel shakes his head. “You did not see his face in that last board meeting. He is not guessing anymore. He knows someone inside is feeding us information. It is only a matter of time before he points at me.”“And how did you know about his face in
Vorian's POV The car drops us near a quiet street in the 7th arrondissement. I place my hand on the small of Zephyr’s back as we walk toward the restaurant. It is small, with dark wood and warm light spilling onto the sidewalk.Inside, the host leads us to a table near the window. Zephyr sits across from me. The black shirt looks even better under the low lights. He glances around once, then back at me.“This is perfect,” he says.“I hoped you would like it,” I answer.We order simply. Wine for him. Water for me. Food that takes time to arrive. I do not mind. I watch the way he looks at the menu, the way he smiles at the waiter, the way his shoulders finally relax. For the first time in weeks, neither of us is waiting for a phone to ring or a door to open without warning.Halfway through the meal, two young women at a nearby table keep glancing over. One of them whispers to the other. I notice, but I do not react. Zephyr notices too. He raises an eyebrow at me.“They are staring,” he
Zephyr's POV Vorian picks me up at the junction near the park just like we planned. The sky is already turning soft orange. I climb into the passenger seat of his car and close the door. He looks calm. He is wearing a dark shirt and no tie. His hair is slightly messy in a way that looks intentional.“You look good,” he says.“So do you,” I answer.He pulls into traffic. I settle back and watch the city move past the window. I am looking forward to the small Italian place. Pasta. Quiet conversation. No work. Just us. I even wore the black shirt he asked for.After a few minutes, I notice the route feels wrong. We pass the street that should take us north. Instead we keep going toward the highway.I turn my head. “This is not the way to the restaurant,” I say.Vorian keeps his eyes on the road. “I know,” he answers.“Did you forget the address?” I ask.“No,” he says.I wait. He does not explain. The car merges onto the highway. The city lights start to fall behind us.“Vorian,” I say.
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
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







