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Misplaced Anger
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2025-04-29 19:01:21"So we make our own calls."
"What are you doing?" I asked, the question slipping out before I could stop it.
Alex glanced over, confusion creasing his brow. "What?"
"They're targeting me," I said, the words coming out harsher than intended. "My foundation. My reputation. Not yours."
"Maya, I didn't mean—"
"Just because we've fucked doesn't mean you get to insert yourself into my professional life," I continued, the harshness surprising even me. Where was this coming from? Why did that simple pronoun feel so threatening?
Alex fell silent, eyes back on the road. I immediately regretted the outburst but couldn't find the words to walk it back. Instead, I changed the subject ent
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The board secretary cleared his throat. "We have unfinished business from yesterday. The vote on Ms. Vega's continuing leadership was postponed until today.""Let's proceed," I said before my father could jump in. "I believe we're all busy people who value efficiency."A ripple of surprise moved through the room. I'd caught them off-guard by taking control of the narrative—exactly as Grandfather had suggested. "Make them respond to you, not the other way around."The secretary shuffled his papers. "Very well. As you'll recall, concerns were raised regarding potential conflicts of interest between Ms. Vega's position at Russo Designs and her foundation work, particularly in relation to supplier agreements with Thorne Designs."
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I stood in the elevator, watching the numbers tick upward. Floor seven. Eight. Nine. My reflection stared back at me from the polished doors—gray suit crisp against my skin, hair swept into a low chignon, makeup carefully applied to hide the shadows under my eyes. Not the Armani suit Grandfather had suggested yesterday. That one stayed hanging in my closet where it belonged, with all its complicated history.Grandfather had given me that suit during my first year with Daniel, back when I still believed the Russo legacy was something to be proud of. "It was your grandmother's," he'd told me then, as if that should mean something. Now that I knew the truth—what she and Grandfather had done to Mami Lulu—wearing it felt like betrayal. Like I was stepping back into a role I'd worked so hard to escape.The doors slid open.
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The elevator finally arrived in the lobby, pulling me back to the present. As the doors opened, I heard someone call my name."Maya! Hold the elevator!"I glanced over my shoulder. Troy was jogging across the lobby, looking like he'd just come from a meeting—button-down shirt, slacks, none of his usual dramatic fashion choices. He slipped in just before the doors closed."Jesus Christ." He looked me up and down. "You look like shit."I didn't respond, just hit the button for my floor. The elevator lurched upward.Troy studied my face, his eyebrows drawing together. "That bad, huh?""Yeah." I leaned against the wall, suddenly too tired to stand up straight.
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"Victor," my voice hardened. "What son?"He took his time responding, clearly savoring the rare moment of having information I needed. He reached for a wooden box on the mantle, opened it, and removed a faded photograph."Thirty-four years ago," he said, placing the photo in my hands. "When Lupe found out she was pregnant, they threatened to destroy her career completely if she didn't give up the baby. Said an unwed mother would tarnish the company image."“Who’s they?”“Her family,” Victor said. A smile played on his lips, as he noted my surprised expression. “Did you think Lupe was without a strong background?”“Wha—well…” I stared at the photo—a newborn infant, tiny face red and wrinkled, barely visible beneath a hospital blanket. A nurse held him, but Lupe was nowhere in the frame."She never even got to hold him," Victor continued. "They had papers ready before she went into labor. I was there—her only friend by then. The only one she trusted to witness."My mind raced, calculat
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The door swung open before my knuckles could connect with the wood a fourth time. Light spilled out, blinding after the pre-dawn darkness, casting the figure in the doorway into silhouette."Dio mio." The voice was rougher than I remembered, aged by whiskey and solitude. "Giuseppe Russo. The devil himself."My eyes adjusted slowly. Victor Antonelli stood before me, barrel-chested and silver-haired, the sharp intelligence in his eyes unchanged despite the years. His gaze dropped to my wheelchair, genuine shock flickering across his weathered face before settling into sardonic amusement."Death is finally catching up to you, Russo?" His accent remained thick despite decades in America, vowels stretching like taffy. "Really, I thought I'd be first in the ground.""Disappointment all around then," I replied, the acid in my tone masking the strange relief I felt seeing him alive.Victor's hand moved to his chest in mock offense. "Is that any way to greet old friend? Fifteen years of silenc
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