LOGINI woke up with a throbbing ache behind my eyes.The whiskey hadn’t helped.If anything, it had only delayed the exhaustion waiting for me.For several seconds, I simply lay there, staring at the ceiling above my bed.It felt strangely empty.Cold.My hand reached for my phone on instinct.7:08 a.m.A few minutes past seven.I let my arm fall back onto the mattress.I didn’t want to get up.For the first time in years…I didn’t want to go to work.The thought of walking back into AURELIA made my chest tighten.I closed my eyes.Maybe I should stay here today.Just today.Just…No.The thought disappeared almost as quickly as it came.My employees would still go.Because that was their job.Because despite everything happening…They still believed they had a company to save.Some of them had children.Families.Bills waiting at home.If this investigation wasn’t resolved…Some of them would lose everything.The realization settled heavily inside me.They trusted me.And right now…I cou
The question hurt far more than I expected.Not because I didn’t know the answer.But because I suddenly understood why he was asking.He didn’t care what Hayes thought.Or Ford.Or Pierce.He wanted to know what I believed.I answered before another heartbeat passed.“No.”Not even a second of hesitation.“No.”I watched something change in his expression.It was subtle.Almost invisible.But I saw it.His shoulders eased.His jaw unclenched ever so slightly.He reached out.“Show me the invoices.”I unlocked my phone and handed it over.He studied the documents in complete silence.Five seconds.Ten.His thumb zoomed in.Then out.He looked at another page.Another.His brows drew together.Finally…He looked up.“Who showed you these invoices?”“John.”I frowned slightly.“My manager.”He looked back down at the phone.Another few seconds passed.Then he handed it back.Very quietly, he said,“Whoever did this wanted you to believe it was me.”The words settled heavily between us.
I pulled the phone away from my ear and stared at the screen.Dominic.It really was him.My lips parted.“It… what?”His voice remained calm. Almost unnervingly calm.“Come downstairs.”For a second, I forgot how to breathe.“…Okay.”The word barely left my lips. It came out as nothing more than a whisper, as though my voice had abandoned me somewhere between panic and disbelief.The line went dead.I remained frozen on the bed, my phone still pressed against my palm.Why…Why would he drive here at two in the morning?We could have talked over the phone.He didn’t have to come.He didn’t—I squeezed my eyes shut.No.Thinking wasn’t helping.I pushed the blanket away and climbed out of bed.The cold wooden floor met my bare feet as I crossed the room and entered my walk-in closet.I reached for the first cardigan I saw and slipped it over my pajamas, wrapping it tightly around myself.Only then did I quietly leave my room.The mansion was silent.Almost eerily so.Every step I took
Footsteps approached.Ford walked into the dining room just in time.“What did I miss?”“Apparently,” Pierce said, glaring at me, “she has no taste buds.”Ford pulled out the chair beside me.“Let me judge.”He stole a forkful from Pierce’s plate.Chewed thoughtfully.Then looked at me.Our eyes met.One look.One silent conversation.He understood immediately.Ford nodded seriously.“…Yeah.”He placed the fork down.“It tastes bad.”Pierce stared at both of us.“You motherfuckers.”The word had barely left his mouth before all four of us burst into laughter.The first genuine laughter I’d managed all day.For a few precious seconds…Everything felt normal again.Then the laughter faded.Silence returned.Everyone’s thoughts eventually drifted back to the same place.I couldn’t stay there any longer.I stood.“I’ll wash my plate.”Nobody stopped me.Inside the kitchen, cold water ran over my hands as I cleaned the dishes.When I finished, I walked back toward the dining room.“Goodnig
I dropped my handbag onto the nightstand.The soft thud echoed through the room before silence swallowed it again.Slowly, I sat on the edge of the bed.My elbows rested on my knees while my fingers pressed against my temples.Everything hurt.My head.My chest.My thoughts.I closed my eyes.Who?The question refused to leave me.Who did this?Who had been sitting inside my company… smiling at me… speaking to me… working beside me… while quietly planting the knife that would eventually end up in my back?Why?What had I ever done to deserve this?Who was the enemy?What did they want?Money?Revenge?Power?Or…Did they simply want to watch me lose everything?My breathing became uneven.There were too many questions.Too many possibilities.And not a single answer.My eyes slowly opened.Should I call Dominic?The thought came so suddenly that it startled me.Immediately, I pushed it away.No.I stood before I could think about it any longer.I picked up my handbag and walked into m
The drive home was quiet.The silence was suffocating.The city lights streaked past the window in blurred ribbons of gold and white as I stared outside, seeing everything and nothing all at once.Nobody spoke.The silence inside the car felt colder than the night beyond the glass.My fingers rested loosely in my lap, but my mind refused to stay still.It kept dragging me back to the conference room.Back to John.“There is… something else.”The memory replayed with painful clarity.Everyone had looked at him.He’d slid one of the invoices toward Hayes.“The altered supplier records…”He’d tapped the page.“They’re tied to the Seoul branch.”Silence.Ford frowned.“What do you mean?”John enlarged the document.“The supplier IDs… the shipment authorizations… every reference points back to Seoul.”He’d slowly looked around the room.“Those records shouldn’t have left that branch.”The room had grown unnaturally quiet.Then…“The only person with complete oversight of that operation…”“
The car door shut, and the noise disappeared instantly.Silence filled the space.I leaned back against the seat, my fingers resting loosely in my lap, my expression still perfectly in place, as if nothing had happened.Mia kept glancing at me.Once.Twice.Then again.She didn’t say anything at fi
My legs felt weak.I couldn’t move.It was like my body had stopped listening to me the moment I saw her.Mirabel stood up slowly, smoothing her dress like she had all the time in the world. Then she started walking toward me.“It’s been a long time, Rel.”The nickname twisted something deep in my
Morning came easier than expected.Perhaps because I forced myself not to think too much before going to sleep.Maybe because exhaustion had finally won.Either way, by the time sunlight slipped through the curtains, my mind felt quieter than it had in the past few days.Routine helped.Routine alw
I clicked on her profile.She’s all grown.I scrolled slowly, my thumb dragging across the screen. Different pictures. Different places. Then I saw it.Wedding pictures from three years ago.Then I noticed the message icon. She had already texted me.I tapped it open.Grace Mercer: Hi… Aurelia. I







