Ivana’s POVThe moment I stepped out of the gallery building, exhaustion settled in my bones like a second skin. My whole body was aching like I had done some tedious work but the reverse was the case, still, the day had been emotionally draining, overwhelming even. After reconnecting with Aria and being introduced to other artists with curious eyes and eager compliments, I had barely been able to keep my composure.Now that it was finally all over, all I wanted was the comfort of silence but with the kids, it sounded almost impossible. Shutting my eyes tightly, I wanted to let out a little wince. Only if I was back in New York, I had nothing to worry about as mom was going to help me handle them. Pulling my feet towards the ride I had ordered, I slid in and immediately my head connected with the headrest, I fell asleep. “We have arrived." I kept hearing this in my sleep until the chauffeur tugged my arm, causing me to snap my eyes open in fright. Flashing an apologetic smile, I
Ruslan’s POVNodding slowly, Nico pushed his hands into his pockets as he turned around to leave. He was already halfway through the doorway, his boots silent against the marble floor, when my voice stopped him mid step.“Nico.” I called He turned, arching a brow, “Yes, Boss?”I remained seated behind my desk, one arm resting on the armrest while the fingers of my other hand drummed against the polished wood surface.“What has Atina been up to lately?”The question dropped like a weight in the air, heavy and unexpected.“Atina?”“Yes.” My tone was sharp, controlled, but edged with something deeper; suspicion.Nico scratched the back of his head, parting his lips, he said, “Honestly? I haven’t seen her around. She’s been quiet for the past few days.”“That’s exactly why I’m asking,” I replied darkly. “Atina doesn’t stay quiet unless she’s planning something.”“I’ll look into it, discreetly. I’ll get back to you before sunset.”I gave a nod, my mind already spiraling through every en
Ruslan’s POVThe soft hum of the air conditioner filled my quiet office and it was broken only by the rhythmic ticking of the antique clock hanging above the bookshelf. At the moment, I was leaning back on my leather chair, my gaze fixed on the dim glow of the computer monitor in front of me. Up until now, I haven't heard from Benny. It was just like I had expected but I doubted if he thought that the accident was natural. “Ivana.” I muttered, her name stirring something restless inside me.I hadn’t seen her in years, and yet the brief glimpses of her in recent days and her presence in the city had stirred up a storm within me.Just as I was about to drift into a daydream thinking about her, the door to my office swung open with a soft push and Nico stepped inside. He had a file tucked under one arm and a satisfied smirk on his face.“She’s not alone,” Nico said, placing the file on the desk.Raising my head, I locked eyes with him, searching his face for a hint of deceit but ther
Ivana’s POV“Yes,” I replied, receiving the lady’s extended hand.“I’m Karina, the assistant coordinator. Welcome to the National Gallery, I’ll be showing you around.” She cooed, leading the way while I followed her from the main entrance. We walked past walls adorned with artworks from previous residents. The building buzzed with activity, artists were arriving, staff were preparing the presentation room and equipment was being moved into studios.I made sure I paid attention even to the tiniest detail.“You’re part of the artist in residence program’s final cohort,” Karina explained. “Today is mostly orientation, meeting the curators, reviewing your studio space, and planning your first exhibit.”I nodded, my heart fluttering as it all felt surreal. “The committee was very impressed with your application. Especially your landscapes, there was something emotionally raw about them.” She added, taking a bend. My lips parted in surprise but I was quick to snap myself back to my sens
Ivana’s POVThe morning sunlight had blended gently into the luxurious hotel suite, warming the soft white sheets tangled around my legs. For a few precious seconds, the calm hum of the city outside soothed my nerves, the crisp Russian air filtering in through the window, carrying the scent of frost and early morning coffee from the nearby café.Throwing my feet off the bed, I waddled my way to the bathroom and on my return, I headed straight for the vanity, running a brush through my soft curls. My reflection in the mirror looked composed and polished but inside, my stomach twisted with a cocktail of nervousness and excitement. Today marked the beginning of something new, a chance to step into the world I had only dreamed about. I was finally going international or should I say I had already gone international. Smiling, I reached for my earrings and fastened them to my ears with care. My navy blue dress hugged my figure in the right places, it was modest yet elegant. Stepping
I Ruslan’s POVThe moment the plane touched down, my phone buzzed violently against the table. It was a single message from Benny. “Landed.” This was all I needed to swing into action. I stood from my desk and crossed to the wall mounted console, tapping in a series of commands. The screens on the wall flickered to life, a series of CCTV feeds stitched together into a grid of cold surveillance. The airport tarmac, baggage claim, arrival gates, parking lots, all of it piped into my office from Walter’s digital network. Walter had outdone himself again.“Get into the traffic cameras too,” I said into the phone clipped to my collar mic. “I want a clean visual the moment she leaves the airport.”“Already patched in,” came Walter’s dry voice from the other end. “You’ll see what I see.” He added.My eyes swept across the screen feeds. It had taken years of strategy, restraint, and information control to corner this moment. I had played the patient game, knowing Benny was shielding he