LOGINElara's POV"Grant.""Ian Vance came to my building this morning."A pause. Liam didn't say anything unless it needed to be said."How far did he get?""The lobby. Ivy handled it.""But….""He left a card." I turned my pen over on the desk once. "With his personal number. Said to tell me he knows."The line was quiet for a moment. Outside my window the afternoon light had gone flat, the gold drained out of the skyline while I'd been sitting here."And?" Liam said."And nothing. He left.""Elara.""I'll see you tomorrow," I said. "Same place. Eight o'clock."There was a brief silence."Alright," he said.The call ended.I set the phone down and looked at it for a moment. Then I looked at the drawer. I pulled the contract back in front of me and picked up my pen.Ian was planning something most likely and I didn’t like it. My eyes drifted to my phone. Four - fifteen.Guess I should start packing up. Suddenly the phone began to vibrate and Sullivan’s name popped up on the screen.For a
Elara's POV"Ms. Rhodes.""Leave it on the desk."Ivy set something down and withdrew without another word. I kept my eyes on the contract in front of me — a supplier renewal with three clauses that needed restructuring before I'd sign anything. I finished the paragraph, made a note in the margin then turned the page.Then I reached for whatever Ivy had left.It was a cream stock card with a clean serif font on the front.Ian Vance. Vance Industries. CEO.I turned it over and noticed four words in handwriting I recognised before I'd finished reading them.We need to talk.With a number below it.I set the card down on the desk.Oh Vance…..I picked up my pen and found my place in the contract. Read the same clause I'd already read twice and made a second note beside the first one."Ivy."She appeared in the doorway."The supplier clause on page seven," I said. "Get legal to redraft the liability section before the end of day. And move the four o'clock to tomorrow morning.""Of course.
Ian's POVThe lobby of SM Group's New York office was exactly what I'd expected.Understated and precise. The kind of space that didn't need to announce itself because everything in it already did, the staff who moved without hurrying and the reception desk positioned so that anyone who walked through the front door arrived at it naturally.I walked through the front door.The receptionist looked up before I reached the desk. Young, composed, the particular alertness of someone trained to read arrivals before they spoke."Good morning." Her smile was professional. "Do you have an appointment?""I don't.""Can I take your name?""Ian Vance."She typed something without looking away from me. "And who are you here to see, Mr. Vance?""Elara Rhodes."Nothing moved in her expression."Ms. Rhodes is unavailable without a prior appointment. I can check availability for a scheduled—""Tell her Ian Vance is in the lobby."A brief pause. Then she reached for her phone.I stepped back from the d
Camila's POVThe debrief with Petra took eleven minutes.I know because I watched the clock above her desk the entire time she spoke. Supplier contacts, partnership renewals, the Milano collaboration confirmation, a press request from a fashion journal that wanted a feature on the Vale Group rebrand. Petra went through each item with the efficiency I paid her for and I nodded at the right moments and said the right things and gave her what she needed to continue operating.When she left I sat behind my desk and looked at the wall.The meeting had been two hours ago.I was still sitting with it.That was the problem. I didn't sit with things. I processed, I moved, I decided. Sitting with something was what other people did — people who hadn't learned early enough that the moment you stopped moving was the moment everything caught up with you.But Elara Rhodes had looked at me across that boardroom table with those eyes and I was still sitting with it two hours later like a woman who'd
Liam's POV"You put your card in my bag."No greeting. No preamble. Just that, delivered with the kind of directness that made most people scramble to catch up.I leaned back in my chair."I did.""Why?""Seemed like the right thing to do at the time."A brief pause. The kind that meant she was deciding something."I want to meet," she said."Alright.""Tonight. Somewhere neutral. I'll send the address."The call ended.I sat there with the phone in my hand for a moment. Marco was at his desk on the other side of the studio pretending to review fabric orders. He was doing it badly."Business contact," I said, before he could ask.He nodded without looking up. "Of course."Avery appeared in the doorway twenty minutes later. She came in the way she always did. With no announcement, like the room adjusted itself for her. She dropped her bag on the chair by the door and came to look at what I was working on."You're doing that thing," she said."What thing?""Where you're looking at somet
Ian's POV"Can I get you anything else, sir?""No."He left.I turned back to the window.My phone screen lit up when I checked it. 9:01.I set it face down on the table.The entrance across the street had a doorman and two people leaving. A courier dropping something at the desk inside.9:03.A black SUV rolled to a stop at the kerb.I sat forward slightly.The door opened and Camila stepped out. Slate grey coat, folder under one arm, already moving before the driver had fully stopped. She said something to the two people behind her and they stayed by the car.She went in alone.I leaned back.The coffee in front of me had stopped steaming at some point. I don't remember when.My concern was with Camila. I'd asked about her Thursday morning and she'd said she had something for the brand then kept it vague the way she kept things vague when she didn't want questions. I hadn't pushed. I almost never pushed with Camila because pushing with Camila meant a conversation I didn't have the
Elara's POV I followed Ian out of the fashion show and kept my distance, slipping behind a marble pillar in the corridor. My pulse was steady, trained to hide itself; my breath slow. From my hiding place I could hear him—low, flat—answering a call.“You need to hurry up with Camila,” his mother’s
Elara's POV “What are you thinking about, Mum?” Noah’s small voice pulled me from my thoughts.“Nothing much, dear,” I said softly, smiling at him. “I was just remembering the day I gave birth to my lovely triplets. I love you, my children.”“Mum,” Emily said, her eyes sparkling with mischief, “we
Elara's POV My fingers trembled so hard I could barely unlock my phone. One deep breath. One last ounce of courage. Then I hit send — the recording, Ian’s confession, every single shred of betrayal he had thrown at me. I attached it all with a note that burned like poison on my tongue.> “Let’s se
Elara's POV The streetlight above me flickered, throwing broken shadows across the driveway as I stood there, gripping the divorce papers like they were the only thing keeping me from falling apart. My hands were shaking so badly the pages rustled in the night air. I don’t even remember the dri







