LOGINThe villa lights came on, automatically, one by one.Inside, warmth replaced the night air, but the tension followed them in, clinging like static.Valerie didn’t take off her heels, she didn't pur herself a drink, she slowly moved through the open space, as if each step needed to remind the room who owned it.Sebastian closed the terrace doors behind them. The soft seal sounded louder than it should have.“You should’ve deleted the photo,” he said.She stopped mid-step. Didn’t turn, byt responded, “no, I should know who wanted me to see it.”“That’s not the same thing.”“It is when they want control.” She finally faced him, arms crossing. “You don’t threaten someone like me unless you’re trying to steer the reaction.”“You’re assuming this is about leverage.”“I’m assuming it’s about proximity,” she said. “No one shoots that angle by accident.”“They wanted you unsettled,” he said, his tone taut. “They got that much.”Her mouth curved faintly. “Don’t confuse unsettled with unprepared
Morning came too sharp to be ignored. The Napa air pressed against the villa’s glass walls, spilling light across the conference table in angles that made the room feel smaller than it actually was. Valerie had arrived early, her cup of coffee untouched, place next to her open tablet. Every motion said control, precision, dominance. She was a storm in calm disguise, and the board had yet to realize how quickly it could break through the façade.Sebastian slid into the chair beside her, quiet, deliberate, a shadow of presence that didn’t need permission.The board trickled in, one by one, each smile polished, each handshake measured, each glance a silent question: who would crack first? The meeting was meant to be about strategy, alignment, and vision, but in truth, it was about testing Valerie. Seeing whether she could or would bend, or break, under pressure.The first volley came without warning. One of the key suppliers, a man whose loyalty had always been transactional, spoke thr
As they left Valerie’s office, her phone buzzed again, this time it was a message from the bosrd at Eclipse.Valerie read the message, turned to Sebastian and murmured, “tomorrow, they want us to be ready.”Sebastian’s dark gaze lifted, catching hers. “Ready for what?” he asked, voice low with effortless control.“For Eclipse.” She tilted her head, a fraction of defiance threading her tone. “For the board, for the optics, for… them.”“Then we prepare,” he said, calm as ice, “together.”She didn’t answer immediately. Part of her wanted to push, to pull, to test the line that still existed, or didn’t exist, between them, but part of her also recognized the inevitability of what was coming, something that was in no one's control.By morning, the schedule had landed like a hammer: a three-day strategy retreat in Napa, mandated by the Eclipse board. The email itself carried no room for negotiation, just the terse note: Attendance requ
That night Valerie lay restless, her mind was circling the same few moments on repeat, the space between her and Sebastian, the way the air had gone tight, the way her body had reacted before her resolve could catch up. "A bruise," she thought, or at least that’s what it felt like, tender enough that every memory pressed against it.By morning, she was already dressed, already moving, already deciding. Work had always been the place she ran tp when feeling threatened, when something inside her demanded control. This was no different, except this time, the threat wore Eclipse’s logo and Sebastian Sinclair’s shadow followed too closely behind her. The capsule collection came together faster than it should have. Design sketches finalized before sunrise. Fabric calls made while the city was still yawning awake. Messages fired off to production heads with language sharp enough to cut through hesitation. Eclipse resources were leveraged aggressively, deliberately and without apology.She
The door had closed behind Sebastian, but Valerie didnt turnaround, she stayed where she was, because she knew it was Sebastian, her palms were braced against the glass, city lights sprawling beneath her like a living thing that refused to sleep. The footage was still open on her tablet.Paused. She didn’t need to watch it again.“I told you it wasn’t the full conversation,” Sebastian said from behind her.She didn’t give him an answer.“You know how Eclipse edits,” he continued, quieter now. “You know how they...”“I know how you choose your words,” Valerie cut in. Her voice was steady, which surprised even her. “And I know how clearly that one landed.” Sheturned towards him, slow and deliberate. Sebastian stood a few feet inside the apartment, jacket still on, shoulders tight, hands loose at his sides like he didn’t trust them not to reach for something they shouldn’t. “Valerie,” he said, and this time her name wasn’t strategy. It wasn’t measured. It was bare.“Don’t,” she said.
Valerie knew better than to trust invitations framed as courtesies.The Eclipse boardroom wasn’t ostentatious. That was its danger. Frosted glass, muted steel, pale wood polished so throughly you could see your face shine, it was the kind of room where decisions were made quietly and consequences echoed loudly elsewhere. No windows. No clocks. Eclipse preferred time to feel irrelevant when power was in play.She entered without hesitation, posture was without fault, and her expression neutral. Authority sat on her shoulders like a tailored coat she’d learned never to shrug off.Sebastian was already there, standing near the far wall, hands loosely clasped behind his back, attention directed toward the projection screen that hadn’t yet been activated. He wore black today, not his usual corporate charcoal, or his disarming grey, no, he wore black with intent.He turned in her direction, the minute he sensed her presence. Their eyes met, and something unspoken passed between them, not h







