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39. Altitude and Attitude
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Guilty Pleasure #2 42. In Suits and Shadows
The morning started with chaos. Elena’s alarm blared at 7:00 AM. She slapped it off, rolled over, and promptly fell back asleep. The second time she woke, sunlight was streaming through the gaps in the curtains, and her phone showed 8:17 AM.Fuck!She bolted upright, nearly tripping over the discarded heels from last night as she scrambled to the shower. She stood in front of the mirror, her toothbrush dangling from the corner of her mouth as she fumbled with the buttons on her blouse. Her suitcase lay open, clothes spilled out like a war zone. The clock read 8:42 a.m.“Shit,” she mumbled through toothpaste foam, darting to rinse her mouth.She was late. She was supposed to meet Ryan for breakfast at 8:30 exactly, and he hated tardiness. Ryan was going to kill her, or worse give her that soul-piercing, silent stare he reserved for employees who failed to meet his expectations.The irony wasn’t lost on her, she’d slept barely three hours, thanks to the whirlwind of emotions from last n
Guilty Pleasure #2 41. What Lingered in the Silence
Elena stood in front of the full-length mirror in her hotel room, scowling at her reflection, frustration mounting with every passing second, her suitcase wide open, a battlefield of dresses, shoes, and accessories scattered around her like casualties of war. “Nothing fits. Nothing works. I look like a college girl trying to impress her boss,” she muttered to herself.Three discarded outfits lay strewn across the bed, a silk blouse and slacks that made her look like she was heading to a boardroom, a sundress that felt too casual, and a jumpsuit that had seemed like a good idea until she’d put it on. “Why didn’t I pack something classier? Sexier? Fancier?” She felt like crying at that moment.She held up a silky blue off-shoulder dress, frowned, and tossed it too back on the bed.“Too much,” she muttered, running her fingers through her curls. “Why do I even care what I wear? It’s not like it’s a date.”But even as she said the words, her pulse quickened. The idea of going sightseeing
Guilty Pleasure #2 40. Foreign Skies, Familiar Fire
The wheels of the jet touched down with a gentle thud on the runway at Changi Airport, jolting Elena from her thoughts. Outside the window, the Singapore skyline glittered under the afternoon sun, towering glass spires piercing cotton ball clouds, lush greenery weaving between modernity.Ryan barely glanced up from his phone, his fingers flying across the screen as he fired off emails. The soft glow of the device highlighted the sharp angles of his face, his brows drawn together in concentration.Elena sat in her seat, arms crossed, her mood far more turbulent than the landing. She pressed her forehead against the cool glass, her breath fogging it slightly. She should have been excited. This was her first time in Asia, her first major international business trip. Her fingers tapped restlessly against the armrest, her mind still echoing with Ryan’s dismissive tone from earlier on the flight.No plans, nothing for her birthday.It stung more than she wanted to admit. Her birthday, one da
Guilty Pleasure #2 39. Altitude and Attitude
Elena stared at him as if she were hallucinating. Her brain was trying to catch up with what her eyes were seeing, and what her pounding heart already knew. The hum of the engines vibrated through her bones, but all she could focus on was the man lounging before her.Ryan turned another page of his magazine, unfazed. “Are you going to stand there all flight, or do you plan to sit?”“You!” Her nails bit into her palms. Ryan tilted his head, resting his forearm on the armrest, magazine abandoned. “Yes, me. You weren’t expecting anyone else, were you?”“What are you doing here?” Her jaw tightened. He glanced up, blue eyes glinting. “I approved the trip.”“This is supposed to be a work trip. I was assigned to travel with my Head of Department. Why the hell are you…” She paused, realization starting to dawn. “You changed the plans.”Ryan’s lips twitched. “I can certainly adjust the details.”“You…” Her breath hitched. “You assigned me to a business tour on my birthday week and then decide
Guilty Pleasure #2 38. The Unexpected Detour
Elena’s suitcase lay open on her bed, half-filled with neatly folded blouses and a tangle of charger cords. She tossed a pair of heels into her suitcase with a little too much force."Easy there, soldier,” Avonlea said from the bed, smirking as she slowly sipped from a can of soda. “Those stilettos didn’t book you on a birthday business trip.”She held up a sleek black dress, debating whether it was too much for a business trip.“Oh, look at you,” Avonlea drawled. “Your mystery man who may or may not be a secret billionaire is shipping you off to Singapore on your birthday.” She poked Elena’s side. “That’s like something out of a bad rom-com.”Elena shot her a glare. “He’s not shipping me off. It’s work.”“Work he approved. On your birthday,” Avonlea sing-songed, plucking a silk camisole from the pile and holding it up with exaggerated interest. “How very thoughtful of him.”Elena snatched it back, her fingers tightening around the delicate fabric. “I don’t want to talk about it. He di
Guilty Pleasure #2 37. Bittersweet Returns
The car pulled up to the Carter estate just as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of burnt orange and deep violet. She leaned her forehead against the window and sighed. Elena hauled her duffel bag out of the trunk, her muscles aching from three days of hiking and late-night laughter. The trip had been fun, laughter, pranks, breathtaking views, awkward faculty supervision, but there was something about stepping back into her world, the quiet familiarity of home, that settled her heart.The moment she stepped inside, the familiar scent of her father’s cologne and the faint hint of vanilla from the kitchen wrapped around her like a warm embrace."Elena!" Enric Carter’s deep voice boomed from inside. He stood at the door with a warm smile, arms open."Dad," she breathed, dropping her bag and walking straight into his hug. Elena buried her face in his shoulder, breathing him in. “Missed you, Papa.”“Welcome back, sweetheart,” he said, pulling her into a hug. Enric
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