Masuk~YVONNE POV~Holly's eyes swept from Arthur to me, taking in the space between us, the intensity in the air, the way we'd both just frozen when she opened the door."Am I interrupting something?" she asked, her voice carefully uninterested.Neither of us answered.Arthur's jaw tightened. He ran a hand through his hair—a nervous gesture I had seen a hundred times before."No," he said finally. "Yvonne was just leaving. We were discussing work."Holly's gaze locked onto me. "Discussing work? On your knees?""I wasn't on my knees," I said calmly."That's not what Mrs Vanessa said." Holly stepped into the office, closed the door behind her. "She said she just left you down there, looking very... submissive.""Mrs Vanessa misinterpreted a situation," I said."Did she?" Holly walked closer, her eyes moving between Arthur and me like she was trying to solve a puzzle. "Because from where I'm standing, it looks like Arthur was just touching your face. And you look like you've been crying.""I
~ARTHUR'S POV~The elevator doors opened and I stepped out onto the executive floor, my mind already moving to the next meeting, the next problem, the next fire I would need to put out.The Sinclair merger was holding on by a thread. The missing files were creating chaos. And somewhere in the middle of it all, my fiancée was losing her mind.I just needed—I stopped.There, by Yvonne's desk, was my mother.Standing over Yvonne who was on her knees. Both of them were frozen like a tableau of something I didn't understand."What the hell is going on?" I asked.Yvonne's head snapped up. Her eyes met mine for a bit of a second—and I saw something raw flash across her face before she locked it down.My mother turned smoothly, her face calm and professional. Like she hadn't just been intimidating my assistant."Ah, Arthur," she said, her voice calm. "Perfect timing. I was just discussing some personnel matters with Miss Baldort."Yvonne was standing now, smoothing her skirt, avoiding my gaz
~YVONNE'S POV~I made it back to my desk, hands still shaking from adrenaline, and froze.Someone was standing there, at my desk. Holding something.Vanessa Klein.She was looking at a photo frame—one I always kept face-down because I couldn't stand to see it anymore. Her fingers traced the edge thoughtfully.I knew what photo it was. Me and Arthur at his college graduation. Both of us smiling, his arm around me. Back when I'd thought—Back when I'd been stupid.Rage flooded through me. Hot and immediate and overwhelming. She was touching my things. Standing at my desk like she owned it. Like she owned me.The woman who'd murdered my baby.I forced it down. I forced my voice steady."Mrs. Klein." I walked over slowly. "What are you doing here? How may I help you?"Vanessa looked up. Set the photo frame down carefully and turn to face me fully. Her eyes went to my face. Then down to my stomach, then back up.She was assessing me."You have the boldness to come back to work," she said
YVONNE'S POVThe east stairwell was chilly. The lights buzzed above. There were no cameras—I had checked months ago when Arthur wanted to fuck me between meetings, and I was worried about evidence.Now I was grateful for the blind spot.Helen followed me in, the door closing behind us with a deep click. I turned to face her, leaned against the fence, and waited.She was restless. Picking at her nails. Her eyes darting around the empty stairwell like she expected someone to appear. Her bottom lip caught between her teeth.I recognized all of it. The nervous energy. The fear. The desperation.I had worn that same expression for three years."Okay," Helen said finally. "Five minutes. Thank you for—for hearing me out.""You have four minutes left."She flinched. "Right. Okay. I just—Yvonne, I know this is awkward. I know we don't really know each other. But I think—I think we might have more in common than you realize."I said nothing. I just watched her."Holly treats me like shit," Hel
~YVONNE'S POV~I could feel eyes on me.Sarah glances over. Brad looking in my direction. Marcus staring.'Why are they all looking at me?'Because Vanessa had stared at me, because Arthur's ex-assistant who'd been mysteriously absent for two weeks had come back the same day critical files went missing.Because they all thought I was weak enough, desperate enough, stupid enough to have taken them.I kept my expression calm, board and even.Arthur's jaw clenched. "Very well. We will do this the hard way. Security will begin the search in thirty minutes. No one leaves. No one touches their desks until they've been cleared. Understood?"Murmurs of agreement around the room."Good." Arthur looked at Holly, then at his mother, some silent communication passing between them.Then they walked out together. A Klein family united. The door closed behind them, for a moment, no one moved.Then the room exploded."This is bullshit...""I have dinner plans....""They can't just lock us in here...
~Yvonne POV~By 2 PM, everyone had been summoned to the main conference room.There was no explanation, just a mass email from Holly Sinclair: 'Conference Room A. 2:00 PM, mandatory attendance, no exceptions.' I walked in to find the room already packed, every chair filled. People standing along the walls, the energy was tense, crackling with whispers and assumption.I found a seat near the back, pulled out my phone, pretended to check emails while I listened."I still can't believe they lost the files," Sarah was saying to Brad two seats over. "Billion-dollar investment files just... gone.""That's what happens when you mishandle responsibility," Brad said, not bothering to lower his voice. "Holly's been so focused on her engagement and dating Arthur that she's getting sloppy with actual work.""Someone said Helen left them on her desk and they just disappeared," another voice chimed in. "Like, who does that with confidential documents?""Holly should have been supervising her assis
~YVONNE POV~I was an idiot.That was the thought running through my head as the elevator went up toward Liam's penthouse. A complete, certified, should-be-institutionalized idiot.Because I was holding a box of cookies from Sister Margaret, wearing the green dress I had bought on sale three months
~LIAM'S POV~The smell of old beer, sawdust, and bad decisions hung deep in the air. It was overwhelming and didn't match the fancy suit I was wearing, but in my line of work,meetings did not always happen in offices.Sometimes, the best deals happen quietly and without attention. where the light d
~ARTHUR POV~"Damn it!" I kicked the side of the bed, crying out as my toe throbbed with pain.I stood there in the silence, my breathing heavy.The adrenaline was pumping, but the mood was completely dead. I looked down. I was still half-hard, aching with blue balls and frustration and humiliation
~YVONNE POV~His hand began to move.Slowly, maybe too slowly—like he was trying to convince himself this was still just a lesson.His jaw clenched. I watched a muscle jump in his throat, watched the way his free hand fisted at his side.He was struggling. Fighting something.He slid his palm up my







