Mag-log inMellisa’s POV“Behold! Morgan Group’s second-gen AI robot. Forty million dollars’ investment!”Tony’s voice cracked through the microphone, sharp and confident enough to slice the attention in the room right in half. With that, heads turned immediately. All eyes followed his hand as he pointed toward a team of people in sleek uniforms pushing in something covered with a thick white veil.Even before I could clearly see it, the shape gave it away—a humanoid frame, solid shoulders and a hint of metallic edges beneath the fabric. My chest tightened, not from intimidation but from a mix of curiosity and irritation. Theatrics…you know Tony always loved theatrics and it's good that he is giving one to himself, big time.“Whoop wow!” someone shouted, and a few others clapped. The sound of excitement rippled through the crowd. Investors craned their necks and of course, cameras flashed.Tony caught that wave of attention and surfed it like it was his own show. “Developed under chief engineer
Melissa’s POV“What the hell!”That was the first thing that came out of my mouth as I turned and noticed that Tony smashed the cup of drink he’d been holding. The liquid splashed a little against his sleeve, but that didn’t seem to bother him as his anger had already drowned every other sense he had left.And before anyone could make sense of what just happened, before my shock could even fade into words, he blurted out, “Running away? Because you can’t keep up the act, huh?”This was what he had said earlier and we practically chose to ignore, why must he go on to create a scene just to get our reaction or something.Without even thinking straight, I froze where I stood and my pulse skipping. People around us had already begun to turn, curious whispers sliding across the space and I could feel the weight of their eyes. The same kind of eyes that once looked at me with admiration earlier on now shifted with curiosity and I understood that they were ready to swallow up any drama they
Mellisa’s POV“Well, I transferred halfway to Georgia Tech,” Sophia finally gathered guts from only God knows where and continued with all the confidence she could fake, “which has one of the best robotics research programs in the world.”Her voice came out too steady, too perfect… the kind of tone someone uses when they’ve practiced the line over and over in front of a mirror. And just maybe she did in her heart. I just folded my arms, watching her and I could tell she had taken all that pause not because she was nervous, but because she was looking for a believable lie. Anyway, that's typical Sophia.I let out a slow breath through my nose, forcing a half-smile. “Oh, that’s nice,” I said quietly. The words came out flatter than I intended, but I wasn’t in the mood to trade stories over who had the better academic portfolio. Deep down, I knew she was bluffing and the fact that she thought I wouldn’t notice almost made me laugh.But laughter wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted a reacti
Mellisa’s POV“Bitch! What are you doing here dressed like you own the show? Are you trying to sell yourself for funding?” Tony’s voice cut through the buzz of the hall, sharp and embarrassing the moment after I refused going to him when he said he needed to talk to me. Before I could even process it, his hand shot out and grabbed my arm for the second time.For a split second, my mind went blank. My body froze, but my tongue didn’t. “Bastard! Let go of me!” I snapped, jerking my arm, but his grip only tightened this time.My pulse hammered under his hold as his fingers pressed against my skin with that same old dominance he used to show off when we were still together—the kind that used to shut me up. But you know, not anymore as I wasn’t that woman anymore.Just as I was about to push him off myself, Josh stepped in just with two steps and his calm face now darkened with anger. “Hey, man, you heard her. Let go.” His tone was low but sharp enough to slice through the air.He didn’t w
Mellisa’s POV“Hi, gorgeous, you look amazing.”Josh reminded me the moment we got down from the car and started walking toward the hall of the Innovation Conference.I had lost count of how many times he had said that since morning, but somehow, I still couldn’t help but smile. “Thank you, darling,” I replied softly, trying not to blush as we joined the slow-moving crowd by the entrance.The evening air was rich with perfume, camera flashes, and the faint hum of chatter that surrounded every well-dressed figure gliding across the space. Josh had insisted we dress to match, and honestly, he outdid himself. I wore a sleek Turkish-designed red corporate suit…plain but perfectly tailored which was paired with a matching trouser that sat neatly at my waist. The jewelry was subtle but expensive, catching the light just enough to make a quiet statement. My shoes were a glossy pair of complementary heels, clicked rhythmically against the tiled floor.Josh, on the other hand, wore a simple bl
Mellisa’s POVThe days were rolling into each other so fast that sometimes I forgot what day it was. At the company, all hands were literally on deck or as I liked to call them, my team, not just workers. We were creating something that had never existed in our world before. Every spark of an idea, every late-night brainstorm, every moment of trial and error had led us to this point, in turn bringing life to what we called the first humanized robot.It was strange how a single project could change everything. The air in the company felt different — alive, energetic and purposeful. No one came late, no one complained, and even the coffee in the break room tasted better than usual. It wasn’t just work anymore; it felt like a mission.And I could bet that Josh’s leadership had a lot to do with that. He didn’t rule over us, rather he worked with us. He’d walk into the lab, sleeves rolled up, that faint smile sitting comfortably on his lips, and just by being there, everyone became more fo







