LOGIN“So it was you all along?” He asked, stepping fully into the room. His hands hidden in the pockets of his shorts.My heart slammed against my ribs as I stood there, the warm coffee cup forgotten in my hands. What was he talking about?“What are you saying? Me…. What?” I queried, brows drew together in confusion.“The designs… The one Gabriel had paraded for years… The one that won him contracts and awards… They were all yours?” He moved even closer.My throat gulped. I couldn't keep staring at his face; I fixed my eyes on the floor instead, a finger circling the tip of the cup in my hand.He walked even closer to me, his hand tilted my chin up. I swallowed hard, pulled the warm cup to my lips, and dragged in a sip, the warmth felt so good on my throat.“It doesn't matter now, Williams,” I said, hiding the pain in my eyes. “It does matter, Maya Delaney!” He snapped, his voice tight. “Those were your designs! Your intellectual property! And to think you have all that to him, to that ma
I sat on the balcony, the drizzle falling steadily outside the railings. I enjoyed the cold wind flushing my face and casually moving my hair while my back leaned against the door frame. I clutched the burgundy sweatshirt tighter around my body, wrapping my hands underneath it. And the warmth that spread from the fabric? Perfect for the weather, even though I knew a cup of coffee would have made it even better. The view from the balcony looked even better at night, city lights sparkling like scattered stars below, the soft patter of rain on the railing mixing with distant horns blaring from cars. It felt peaceful, almost healing.My mind drifted back to the field inspection earlier today. The way Williams had watched me the entire time, his eyes following every step I took across the muddy site, every point I made about the drainage channels, and every solution I raised. He hadn’t said much, but that quiet pride in his gaze had stayed with me. It made something warm bloom in my c
The sun beat down on the vast construction site as our convoy of SUVs pulled up to the secured perimeter. Dust swirled in the air, mixing with the sharp smell of fresh concrete and heavy machinery. This was no ordinary boardroom meeting. Today was the first official field inspection for the UrbanAxis project at the selected site. I stepped out of the car, adjusting my hard hat and safety vest. The dress from yesterday was gone, replaced by practical jeans, a crisp white shirt, and sturdy boots. Something befitting for the fieldwork. I fished my bag frantically, searching for the nose mask I thought I had slipped in, there was no way I was going to leave this field without falling sick if I didn't find that nose mask. I had always been prone to dust mites. An allergy that was discovered when I was a child. And somehow, life still did its thing, because how on earth could someone with such a serious allergic reaction to dust fall in love with a job like mine? Roaming the field a
I stepped aside and let Williams into the room. The door clicked shut behind him, sealing us in the quiet luxury of the hotel suite. He stood at the centre of the room, both hands in his joggers pocket, his eyes moving from one end of the room to the open window letting in city lights. “Great view you got here,” he said, his eyes twinkling from the lights. I nodded, folding the towel in my hand. Silence fell in the room, the air suddenly went thick, charged with unsaid words from everything that had happened recently. I tilted my face up and his eyes were on me. His lips didn't move. “Okay… Are we going to stare at each other all day?” I quizzed, spreading my arms a bit. He stood still looking at me like he was trying to read every thought behind my eyes. “Maya… I’m sorry.” He said. I crossed my arms, leaning against the edge of the desk. “Sorry for what exactly? For calling me what I truly was? Your staff? Or for proposing marriage one night and then treating me li
The morning air felt cooler than usual, moving through my hair in a way that made it cover my face as I stood on the tarmac beside the sleek private jet. I spun a little, surprised at the bold inscription “BANKS” written on the body. The Banks family wasn't really out to play.My suitcase rested beside me, wheels locked on the smooth concrete. The wind tugged at the hem of my light trench coat, but I kept my chin high. This trip wasn’t just about the project. It was about proving to myself, and to everyone else that I belonged here, that I deserved the position Williams had placed me in.Williams stood a few feet away, talking quietly with the pilot. He looked sharp in a casual navy shirt and dark trousers, sleeves rolled up like always. Even under the cold weather that looked like it was about to rain, this man had yanked off his jacket still. Our eyes met for a second. He gave me a small, warm smile, the kind that still made my stomach flutter even after everything. I looked away
The door glided shut slowly as Williams stepped in fully, his presence filling the room like a storm about to break. His eyes locked on Jeff, cold and sharp.“I said, repeat what you just said,” he ordered, voice low but cutting.Jeff’s face went pale. Sweat beaded on his forehead. He looked between Williams and me, lips quivering as if he might bite on his tongue. For a second, I thought he might run. “Wait,” Williams ordered. Jeff paused. “Call Elizabeth in,” Jeff nodded, shaking his head too fast. Then he moved over to the landline, grabbed the receiver with shaky hands, paused for a few seconds before finally speaking into the receiver.In a few minutes, the door swung open. Elizabeth walked in with her usual confident stride, red lips curved in that fake smile. But the moment she saw the look on Williams’ face, her expression faltered.“Now, go on,” Williams nudged Jeff. The fidgeting man’s eyes moved from my face to Williams’ then to Elizabeth, and back to Williams.Then the w







