-CHRIS- It was almost 5 a.m. when I arrived at the law office of Goldman & Porter in San Francisco. Last night during the party, I declined the first five calls from Peter Goldman before I finally answered. My girl was presenting her project brilliantly, making my chest swell with pride. She's incredible, and it's high time the world took notice. I didn't want to miss it. Finally, I turned on my phone, intending to shut him up. But he didn't let me hang up so easily. The guy was desperate to cut a deal. In my quest to hold my uncle accountable for his misdeeds, I've been collecting substantial evidence of his crimes over the years. This includes embezzling funds from Hayworth Pipelines, vote-buying by politicians and other influential figures, and even sabotaging competitors' properties. Unfortunately, that piece of s.hit is exceptionally cunning. I haven't been able to directly connect any of these crimes to him, as he's meticulously covered his tracks an
-NINA- "Nina! Are you alright?" Harper exclaimed as she opened the front door and saw me wiping my mouth. "Sorry, Harper, but you'll need to get rid of your doormat," I said with a pained expression. "I'll get you a new one." Fortunately, I hadn't eaten anything today before. Even before the party, my stomach felt off, and I couldn't keep anything down. I was mortified. "It doesn't matter. Go inside while I take care of this," she said, putting the doormat in a garbage bag and tossing it in the bin. "How are you feeling? Would you like me to make you some peppermint tea?" she addressed me as she came back to the living room. I collapsed onto her couch and propped my legs on the coffee table, dropping my heels on the floor. "No, thanks. I'm feeling a bit better now. I've been dealing with a stubborn stomach bug. I thought it was gone, but it seems to have made a comeback." Harper furrowed her brows and sat next to me. "Since when have you been feeling like this?" I
-NINA- The event was being held in the convention center of an elegant hotel in downtown New York. It was a cocktail party at which those involved in the project would present the most significant aspects of the building complex. The client wanted to show some investors that his new branch could be ecologically sustainable and, at the same time, make some money. Scattered around the room were posters on recycled wooden structures showing digital images of the project. At the front, a raised platform was positioned, and a large digital display showed the company logo. "Here, drink this." Chris handed me a flute of champagne. "Your anxiety is practically vibrating through you." "Chris, you know how important this presentation is for me. I really don't want to mess it up," I replied, taking a sip of the sparkling drink. It hit my stomach oddly. I've been dealing with a stomach bug lately, and I think it is too soon for my body to handle alcohol. He moved a little closer and
-NINA- "No?" Chris asked me, confusion stamped on his handsome face. "You're not pulling this stunt again." With determined strides, I closed the distance between us until I was near the drink cabinet. "I refuse to accept it." A realization hit me like a lightning bolt as I entered the elevator. He can't be doing this again. I'm not seventeen years old anymore. His obsession with protecting me is obvious. It would be fine if only he didn't push me away. "But Nina_" he started, but I cut him off. It was my turn to speak. I cupped his face with my hands, my eyes pinning him in place. "No buts. You said it yourself. I'm not a child anymore, and I'm not naive enough to fall for the same story again. You're not getting rid of me this time," I said firmly. "It’s the best way," he said softly, his breath brushing against my face, while his warm hazel eyes shimmered. "It’s a bulls.hit," I emphasized the last word. "Please put something in your stubborn head once and for al
-CHRIS- Snow was falling over New York. I stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room, facing Central Park outside, with a glass of whiskey in hand. The park lay beneath a blanket of snow, the bare trees stark against the pristine, powdery ground. It was a beautiful black and white canvas, a painting that my mood wouldn't allow me to enjoy. It was a chill winter's day outside. Though the penthouse heating was on, I still felt colder. This had been my state since returning from the Napa Valley—I felt like a walking corpse, dead inside. I sipped my single malt, hoping the burning sensation going down my throat would somehow warm me. But it didn’t. Nothing can help when you know your heart is about to be torn from your chest. And you'll be the one to do it. Even with my back turned, I sensed Nina's presence instantly. The air felt different, charged with a warm energy. She brightens every room she steps into. I gave her the keys to
-CHRIS- Returning to the house in Napa Valley where I spent my childhood after such a long time felt strange. Just a few days ago, I left Nina in Italy and flew back to the US. After handling the most pressing issues in New York, it was time to shift my attention to the more significant matters. That means making Nina my wife as soon as possible. When she comes home next week, everything needs to be ready for the proposal. Since the engagement ring plays a very significant part, it needs special attention. And I wanted to give my mom's ring to Nina. That explains why I crossed the country to go back to the house where I grew up, the place I had so many horrible memories. All of my mom's jewelry is securely kept in a safe in our family manor. The house remains untouched, just as she left it, with her clothes still hanging in her closet. My uncle hasn't moved a single item. Although I understand this may not be a weird move, it didn't seem right to touch her personal bel