登入The coffee shop was thirty minutes from Blackwood Hotels.Roman knew it was thirty minutes because he had timed it. He had also timed the other four coffee shops within a five-mile radius, and this one was still the best. The beans were fresher. The baristas didn't burn the milk. The line moved fast.He pulled into the parking lot and sat in his car for a moment.He didn't need to be here. He had a perfectly good coffee machine in his office. He had a perfectly good assistant who could have brought him coffee.But no, here he was. He got out of the car and walked inside.“Good morning, sir. What can I get you?” The barista asked with a smile.“An Americano. No sugar.” Roman said. “Certainly. Anything else?”Roman glanced at the menu above the counter. Then he remembered why he had made the trip in the first place.He was supposed to be getting Sabrina something.He looked back at the barista.“Actually, make that two orders.”The barista nodded. “What would you like for the second o
The article was still open on her laptop at eleven that night.Tessa sat cross-legged on her bed, the screen glowing in front of her, and read it properly this time, line by line, the way she read everything at work.Roman Blackwood, CEO of Blackwood Hotels, has been shortlisted for Businessman of the Year 2026 after a year of unmatched growth.Expansion into three new cities. A flagship property in Chicago. A quote from an industry analyst calling him the most disciplined operator in luxury hospitality. Beneath the headline, the photograph she had been avoiding: black suit, level gaze, not a trace of warmth.She scrolled down to the last paragraph.Blackwood declined to comment on his personal life.Tessa's mouth twisted.She read the whole thing again. Then once more, looking for anything she had missed, a name, a hint, a reason it should matter to her. There was nothing. It was just an article about a man who had built an empire and had apparently never lost anything.She closed th
The wine was his third glass, and the cigarette was his fourth.Roman sat in the dark of the living room with one leg stretched out, the glass dangling from his fingers and smoke curling toward a ceiling he couldn't see. He had not smoked in years. He had started the winter after the divorce again, quietly, in rooms where no one could see, and he had never told anyone. Alec would have had a lot to say about it. He took a drag and let it out slowly.Today’s events replayed in his head. He had yelled at Sabrina. And the memory sat heavy in his chest.She had been somewhere she wasn't permitted. She had overstepped. She had stood in the one room in his hotel he had kept shut for over a year and said it felt like someone had died there.He had every right to be angry. But none of it explained why her face kept coming back to him.He didn't understand why it bothered him.He took another drink and sat in the dark for longer. The knock came at half past ten.Roman exhaled before moving t
Sabrina sat in her office long after everyone else had gone.The lights in the corridor were dimmed. The hotel was quiet. She could hear her own breathing, the faint hum of the building settling into night.She packed her things slowly. Laptop. Folder. The half-empty coffee cup she'd forgotten about hours ago. Her hands moved automatically, but her mind was somewhere else entirely.Roman's voice echoed in her head. The way he had looked and spoken to her like she was nothing. Like two good weeks meant nothing.She walked out of her office and down the corridor toward the elevator.Halfway to the lobby, she saw them.Olivia stood by the reception desk with her bag and tablet. Roman was beside her, jacket over his shoulder, reading something on her screen. They were speaking quietly.Sabrina slowed.She could have turned down another corridor. She almost did. Then she straightened her shoulders and kept walking."Olivia."Olivia looked up. "Sabrina.""I'm leaving. Good night." Sabrina s
Two weeks at Lockwood & Co. had taught Tessa three things.The first was that the coffee on the fourteenth floor was better than the coffee on the twelfth, and no one would tell her why.The second was that Garrett Lockwood did not believe in the phrase good enough. He believed in do it again, sharper this time, and I want it by five.The third was that Tessa Quinn, after a year of believing she had nothing left to give, was actually good at this.She had started to learn the rhythm of the place. The morning stand-ups. The way the senior team argued without raising their voices. The unspoken hierarchy of who spoke first and who spoke last. She had made mistakes — a client name spelt wrong in a draft, a meeting time she'd written down incorrectly — but she had owned them, fixed them, and not made them twice.By the end of her second week, people had stopped calling her the new one. That morning, she sat in the boardroom with a notebook open in front of her and her heart beating a litt
Two weeks laterBy the end of her second week, Sabrina had stopped getting lost.She knew which elevator stuck on the third floor, which receptionist needed coffee before eight, and which chef would sulk if the breakfast numbers were wrong. She knew the shape of the hotel now, and she liked it more than she had expected to.She had also learned to cross the lobby at exactly the right pace whenever Roman was in it, which was neither too fast nor too slow, and always with a folder in her hand.Last week, she thought she saw Roman smile when a client commended her for her ‘exceptional service and diligent character’ right in front of him. But like every other smile with Roman, it was short-lived, gone like it never came.But what Sabrina didn't see was Roman's office that same evening.Her first weekly report sat open on his desk, and he had read it twice.Complaint response times had dropped by half. The breakfast numbers were accurate for the first time in months. Two staff members he







