MasukShe’s wearing a silk robe, a laptop is balanced on her knees loudly streaming a reality television show, and scattered all over my crisp white duvet are open bags of greasy potato chips, chocolate wrappers, and half-eaten cookies. I have a lot of boundaries, but my number-one, non-negotiable mental
I shake out the woven linen blanket, letting the ocean breeze catch the fabric for a split second before it settles perfectly onto the warm, powdery white sand. I drop to my knees, smoothing out the corners and beginning to arrange our dinner basket—fresh grilled prawns, spicy thai rice, and a chi
I dress in a stunning designer trench coat, put on my darkest oversized sunglasses, and drive down to the skyscraper. When I pull up to the valet, the towering glass building feels foreign, suffocating under the new regime. I march through the grand revolving doors, my expensive heels clicking wit
The front door opens, and Deckard slumps into the marble foyer like a corpse. He looks pathetic. His tie is unraveled, hanging loosely around his neck, and his posture is entirely devoid of the arrogance that used to turn me on. The butler quietly steps forward, taking his leather briefcase with a
I look past him, locking my eyes onto the terrified young analyst sitting at the desk. "David, look at me. How long has he been standing over your desk forcing you to do his daily work reports?" David looks up at me, his eyes wide with pure terror as he darts a frantic glance at Deckard, who is gla
"So... hear me out, Cassie. What are your thoughts on navy blue for the accent wall behind my desk?" I tilt my head, tapping a pen against my lip as I inspect the minimalist CEO office. "Does it scream badass or does it just say *I am depressed by spreadsheets*?" Cassie, my newly appointed assistan
"God, I never thought I’d get to revisit this goddamn scene again!" I’m standing in the middle of the fake street, soaked to the bone, shivering as the overhead sprinklers pelt me with what feels like ice-cold needles. This fucking scene again! Of all the deleted scenes from the movie, it had to
The sun hasn’t even fully cleared the horizon when the first ping pierces through my dreams. I groan, burying my face into the plush silk pillows of my bed, trying to block out the intrusion. But then comes another. And another. And many more notifications that makes my heart start to race before
A wave of pure relief washes over me, so strong I feel dizzy. "Thank you. Oh, thank you—" "But," he interrupts, holding up a hand. "There will be clauses. I do not work for free, and as you’ve already admitted, even if you worked for the next three years, you couldn't afford my standard hourly rate
The morning sun filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Grandmother Newton’s sunroom, giving a beautiful shimmer to the floral patterns of the upholstery. I am kneeling on the plush rug at Grandmother’s feet, my fingers steady as I adjust the brim of her favorite silk hat. She is insistent







