로그인ELON’S POVHe was doing it again.That impossibly calm expression rested on his face like a mask, unyielding and serene. His voice, smooth and controlled, danced off the walls of my living room as he stood there, perfectly poised, as if every word had been meticulously measured, filtered, and approved for release. It was infuriating.Not because he was wrong. That was the crux of the issue.He was usually right—sharp and insightful in ways that cut deeper than I'd like to admit. Somehow, that only exacerbated the situation, sharpening my irritation.I folded my arms tighter across my chest, a futile defense against the urge to push him back out my front door and slam it shut. “You don’t get to do this,” I said, my voice laced with tension.Fort's expression didn't waver; his face was a granite mask. “Do what?” he asked, his tone flat, infuriatingly calm.I let out a humorless laugh that echoed in the stillness of the room—an echo of self-mockery. “That,” I said, gesturing at him wit
FORT’S POVBy the time I returned to my office, I had reached a conclusion:I disliked the entire situation with increasing precision.This was not an emotional observation, but a logistical one—a significant distinction in my opinion. Unfortunately, maintaining that distinction was becoming more challenging.I shut my office door behind me and crossed toward my desk, loosening my tie with more force than necessary.Laila contacting Dimitri was not surprising. Inconvenient, yes; predictable, absolutely. She was not subtle when she wanted attention. But subtlety had never been her preferred weapon. No, Laila preferred precision—target selection and pressure. Now that she had inserted herself back into orbit, the pattern was already forming.Dimitri.Then—My gaze dropped to my phone resting on the desk.Still no reply from Elon.I stared at the screen for a moment longer than necessary before picking it up.Nothing. No response to my message. No acknowledgment. Just silence. A deeply i
DIMITRI’S POVI woke up before my alarm, which was already a bad sign.There are mornings when your body moves before your mind catches up, when routine carries you through the motions even though something inside you refuses to settle. That was how I felt as I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at my phone like it might explain itself.It didn’t.No reply.Just silence where Laila should have been.I exhaled slowly, dragging a hand down my face. The worst part wasn’t that she hadn’t responded. It was what I had expected her to be. That alone annoyed me more than I wanted to admit.I got ready for work in silence, my thoughts refusing to stay in one place. Every time I tried to focus on something practical—my schedule, the meetings ahead—my mind slid back to the message I had sent her the night before.Concise. Controlled. Safe enough to deny meaning.Except nothing about Laila ever stayed safe for long.By the time I arrived at the office, I already felt behind on a race I hadn’t agr
LAILA’S POVThe city transformed under the cloak of night, revealing a different character altogether.It appeared cleaner, its edges sharper and more pronounced.The air felt colder, sharp enough to pierce the skin.And somehow, there was an honesty to it, as if the darkness was stripping away the pretense.From the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows of my hotel suite, the cityscape sprawled before me like a vast tapestry of lights. They twinkled endlessly, mimicking stars scattered across a cold and indifferent sky, each one a flicker of something deceptively enchanting.Distance had a remarkable way of enhancing perception.It elevated cities, distanced memories, and softened the shortcomings of men.I lifted my elegant wine glass, the rich crimson liquid catching the light in a way that made it almost glow, and took a measured sip.Still, it fell flat against my expectations, lacking the depth I craved.Having traveled through Europe, where wine was an exquisite experience, had ra
ELON's POVWithout thinking, I picked it up.Actually, maybe.The absurdity of it nearly made me laugh.In the span of ten minutes, my evening had somehow managed to implode and improve simultaneously.Remarkable.Dimitri noticed the shift in my expression.He frowned slightly. “Bad time?”I looked up at him, phone still in hand.“You have no idea.”ELON’S POVBy the time I arrived, the building was nearly empty.The receptionist downstairs had barely looked up as I crossed the lobby, and the elevator ride to Fort’s floor was so quiet it felt almost theatrical.Too serene.It was enough to make me reconsider why I had agreed to come at all.The answer, annoyingly, was simple.Because he had asked.Not demanded.Not summoned.He only asked.That distinction mattered more than I wanted it to.When the elevator doors opened, I stepped out into the dimly lit executive corridor and headed toward his office.His door was partially open.I knocked lightly against the frame before stepping i
FORT’S POVBy the time I returned to my office, the building had already begun to empty.The usual hum of activity had faded into something quieter, softer, punctuated only by the occasional sound of footsteps in distant corridors and the muted ringing of elevators somewhere down the hall. Evening light spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, washing the room in muted gold and long shadows.Ordinarily, I appreciated this hour.The stillness.The order.The sense of control emerged when the chaos of the day finally gave way to silence.Tonight, none of it helped.I loosened my tie as I crossed toward my desk, my thoughts circling back—again—to Elon.That had become an irritating habit lately.No matter how much I tried redirecting my attention elsewhere, my mind insisted on returning to him with stubborn consistency.To the hallway. To the argument. And the way he had looked at me before walking away.And then, more recently, to the small exchange of messages that had somehow man
Elon's POV "I've heard through reliable sources that you have informations that I might find valuable in your possession. But if you must know, I don't ask for free...I offer entertainment in exchange for whatever you might be offering..."The moment I said that, Chen's eyes narrowed sharply, this
Elon’s POVThey didn’t take me far.Just down a corridor, through a side passage, and into a room that felt like it had never seen daylight.The moment the door slammed shut behind us, Everything narrowed int
Fort’s POVThe moment the lights went out, something in me shifted.It was the knowledge that something or someone a lot more dangerous than we can assume, wanted that package desperate enough to play dirty.An emo
Fort’s POVThirty minutes, My eyes flicked to my watch again.It had been Thirty Minutes.My jaw clenched slightly as I lowered my wrist, forcing my facial expression to remain neutral as another guest passed by me with a polite smile I didn&
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