LOGIN~ Vivienne's POVSomeone grabbed my arm.It was one of the security staff, a broad-shouldered man whose name I had never learned despite passing him at the entrance desk every morning for two years, and he was holding my arm with the firm and well-intentioned grip of someone performing their function correctly."Ma'am, you can't go back in. The building is being evacuated, you need to stay—""Let go of my arm," I said.The tone of my voice was not a tone I used often and it surprised him enough that his grip loosened by a fraction, and that fraction was sufficient. I pulled free and walked toward the entrance.Two more people moved to intercept me before I reached the doors, one of the facility's safety officers and a woman from the administrative floor whose name I knew was Sandra and who was saying something sensible and urgent that I was not processing. I went around the safety officer and through the doors before Sandra could complete her sentence, and behind me I heard voices esc
~ Vivienne's POVI did not book any flights.I had said it with the conviction of someone who meant it, and in the moment of saying it I had meant it, or had meant the feeling underneath it, the desperate need to put distance between myself and the proximity of everything that Lorenzo's world contained. But when I sat down the next morning with my laptop open and the travel search page loaded, I stared at the departure fields for a long time and then closed the laptop and made coffee instead.Dante was here. His school was here. His doctors were here, the team monitoring his recovery from the procedure, the follow-up appointments that were still ongoing and that I was not willing to interrupt for the sake of my own need to feel like I was taking decisive action. I told myself these were the reasons. They were real reasons. They were also, I was aware, doing some additional work beyond simply being true.So I stayed, and I avoided Lorenzo, and I discovered that avoiding Lorenzo Blackwe
~ Vivienne's POVI did not book any flights.I had said it with the conviction of someone who meant it, and in the moment of saying it I had meant it, or had meant the feeling underneath it, the desperate need to put distance between myself and the proximity of everything that Lorenzo's world contained. But when I sat down the next morning with my laptop open and the travel search page loaded, I stared at the departure fields for a long time and then closed the laptop and made coffee instead.Dante was here. His school was here. His doctors were here, the team monitoring his recovery from the procedure, the follow-up appointments that were still ongoing and that I was not willing to interrupt for the sake of my own need to feel like I was taking decisive action. I told myself these were the reasons. They were real reasons. They were also, I was aware, doing some additional work beyond simply being true.So I stayed, and I avoided Lorenzo, and I discovered that avoiding Lorenzo Blackwe
~ Vivienne's POVI did not book any flights.I had said it with the conviction of someone who meant it, and in the moment of saying it I had meant it, or had meant the feeling underneath it, the desperate need to put distance between myself and the proximity of everything that Lorenzo's world contained. But when I sat down the next morning with my laptop open and the travel search page loaded, I stared at the departure fields for a long time and then closed the laptop and made coffee instead.Dante was here. His school was here. His doctors were here, the team monitoring his recovery from the procedure, the follow-up appointments that were still ongoing and that I was not willing to interrupt for the sake of my own need to feel like I was taking decisive action. I told myself these were the reasons. They were real reasons. They were also, I was aware, doing some additional work beyond simply being true.So I stayed, and I avoided Lorenzo, and I discovered that avoiding Lorenzo Blackwe
~ Lorenzo's POVI did not deny it.This is the part that people would find difficult to understand, and I find that I have no particular interest in making it easy for them. The people in that doorway, the legal staff and the unknown woman and Marco with his performed horror, were all waiting for the denial, expecting it, because that is the sequence that follows an accusation in the experience of most people. Accusation arrives, denial follows, and then the negotiation between the two determines what the world decides to believe. I did not give them the sequence. I simply stood beside my father's chair and looked at Marco and said nothing, and watched the confusion that produced move through the room like weather.Marco recovered from the confusion quickly, because Marco was not unintelligent and he understood that my silence was a gift he had not expected to receive and that the correct response to an unexpected gift was to take it before it was rescinded.He turned to the people be
~ Lorenzo's POVI looked at the notification for a moment longer than I needed to.It was a message from a number I recognised as one of the internal lines from the Blackwell estate, used by the household staff for formal communications, the kind of number that did not send messages unless something required a physical presence that could not be arranged by any other means. The message itself was brief. Six words. The Chairman requests your attendance tonight. Urgent.I had received variations of this message before. I had ignored most of them. The relationship between myself and Richard Blackwell was not one that operated on the conventional frequencies of family obligation, and we had both understood that for long enough that the understanding had calcified into something resembling mutual respect, which was perhaps the most either of us had managed.But something about the specific word urgent, and the specific hour, and the specific day that had already contained more than its rea
~ Vivienne's POV "We're here." Lorenzo announced as he put the car in park and glanced at me. "That was fast..." I noted, wondering if he had raced the car more than normal. The distance from my office to my house was not very far away but I still expected the drive to take longer than it actual
~ Lorenzo's POVJust as I entered the car and Eric zoomed off, I wondered what would be on Vivienne's mind.Now that I was certain she was also very attracted to me, I could play hard to get just a little. Just the same way she had. I was already used to such tactics since long ago before I even be
~ Vivienne's POVThe car ride started in silence.I sat in the passenger seat of Lorenzo's sleek black car, hyper-aware of every movement he made. The way his large hands gripped the steering wheel with casual confidence. The way his jaw tensed slightly whenever we hit traffic. The subtle scent of
~ Lorenzo's POV 'She really is different... Special.' Those words repeated once again in my head the more I looked at her and spoke with her. At this point, I was sure she also had feelings for me just as bad as I did for her. There was no point hiding it anymore. She was still shy but she didn'







