LOGINPriya gave him the address in the car. It wasn't really hard for her to find it with a few calls.Aidan got out of the car without turning off the engine.Priya called after him. "Sir, be careful—"He didn't hear her.He went up the steps two at a time. He found the buzzer marked WEBB and pressed it and didn't let go.A woman's voice came through, surprised. "Hello?"He didn't answer. He pressed it again.Marcus walked toward the front door, loosening the tie around his neck.It had been a long day, I mean he went to see Jane and they had a time and he went to run some errands. "It's probably the post office, I'll just-"He pulled the door open.His smile immediately disappeared.Aidan. Standing there.Expressionless.Marcus barely had enough time to register the look on his face.When Aidan's fist crashed into his jaw.The force sent Marcus stumbling backward into the living room table. A decorative vase toppled over and shattered across the floor.His ears rang.Blood immediately fi
Aidan drove all the way to AS Tech with one question in his head.What could possibly be so urgent that Priya was so hesitant about it?Priya never spoke that way unless it mattered, so he was hoping for something good.The drive back from the business meeting was oddly unsatisfying. He should be more excited that the partnership had finally been signed after more than a year of negotiations, instead, his mind kept drifting back to her.Evelyn's face, her tears, the pain in her voice when she told him to leave.“Stay away from my son.” He could still feel the angst in it.He gripped the steering wheel harder.The car rolled into the underground parking garage of AS Tech.As soon as he stepped out, his phone rang.It was Jane.He stared at the screen for a few seconds before answering."Baby..." Jane's voice came through quickly. "W-where are you right now?"Aidan rolled his eyes. "I just got back from a meeting.""Oh." There was a pause."So... where are you now?"Aidan frowned slight
The hotel conference suite had already been converted into a temporary LUXE workspace.Dress bags hung neatly along one wall, sketches covered another, fabric swatches lay across every available table and boxes kept arriving every few minutes.Rosa already had a clipboard in hand and Zara looked stressed.Evelyn stood in the middle of it all with a notebook tucked beneath one arm."The hem is still too long," she told one of the seamstresses."But it measured correctly." the lady answered."I know." Evelyn stepped closer, crouching slightly to study the gown. "It measures correctly standing still. It won't when she walks."The model took three steps and the dress brushed the floor.The seamstress sighed. "...I'll fix it, ma'am.""Thank you." Before Evelyn could take another step, Zara appeared beside her holding a tablet."Milan confirmed.""Good.""But Paris hasn't.""They will.""And Rosa wants your opinion on Look 2." Evelyn asked Rosa."I'll be there in two minutes.""And—" A loud
Priya checked the time again as the taxi pulled up outside the hotel. She was ten minutes early at least.She preferred being early.The investor Aidan had asked her to meet was staying there for only one afternoon before flying to Switzerland, and according to Aidan, the meeting could determine whether AS Tech secured another expansion project before the end of the year.She paid the driver, adjusted the strap of her handbag and walked into the hotel.The lobby buzzed quietly.Priya walked toward the reception. "Good afternoon," she said politely."I'm here to meet Mr. Corbin Adams"The receptionist typed for a few seconds."I'm sorry, ma'am. Mr. Adams checked out about twenty minutes ago."Priya blinked."Oh." But she was early.."He left a message."The receptionist handed her a small card.Emergency meeting. Extremely sorry. Will contact Mr. Smith directly.Priya sighed softly.Well...That was two hours of preparation for nothing.She thanked the receptionist before turning away.
Evelyn packed the last batch of her dresses she was going to bring to London. She had packed Leon’s about an hour ago too.Her hands dragged the zip of the luggage, aggressively, in an attempt to close it, but it didn’t just close.“Ughh.” she sighed, frustrated at her wasted effort. She turned to look at Leon who was just eating a bar of chocolate, very unbothered. He turned to her and she wanted to speak but she held it in.“I’m just going to call Zara,” she muttered and Leon nodded in agreement.The London Fashion show was literally in a week. They were leaving for London the next morning and it felt like she hadn’t gotten any single thing done. These past few weeks had been really hectic for her. Designers calling her, investors trying to get in partnership with her, because they found out LUXE was headlining the London Fashion show.“How do they even keep finding out?” She asked Hugh. “We haven’t made it public yet.”Zara arrived in less than 20 minutes with a bigger luggage and
It was now two weeks till the London Fashion show. Evelyn walked in every morning to controlled chaos. It was rails of materials in various states of completion, fabric swatches pinned to every available surface, Rosa on the phone and Zara on a different phone with the venue coordinator in another, and somewhere in the two junior designers having an urgent whispered disagreement about hemlines that they stopped having the moment Evelyn walked past.She loved it.This was the version of her life she understood completely. The part that made sense regardless of everything else happening around it."Fitting in ten minutes," Zara said, appearing at her shoulder the moment she set her bag down."I know.""Rosa needs a decision on the silk replacement by noon.""I made it last night. I sent her an email.""She didn't see it."Zara was already walking away. "Already told her. She said she'd think about it.""Rosa —""She said she'd think about it, Evelyn. That's the best we're getting this







