LOGINAndrea woke with a sharp inhale, her body jolting upright before her mind fully caught up. For a brief second, everything felt still, almost peaceful… until reality crashed back in.
Her phone lit up beside her. 7:37 AM. “Shit.” The word slipped out under her breath as her heart kicked hard against her ribs. She grabbed the phone again, blinking at the screen like the numbers might change if she stared long enough. She'd overslept. Her first day at Crestview Holdings started at nine, and she was already behind. Her heart kicked hard against her ribs as she scrambled for her phone again, half hoping she'd misread the time. 7:37 AM. No mistake. Her stomach dropped. It was her first day at her new job and she was already messing it up. Andrea shoved her hands into her hair and dragged in a sharp breath, forcing herself not to spiral. Panic wouldn’t fix anything. She just needed to move. Fast. She threw off the bedcover and was out of bed in seconds. There was no time for her usual meditation or for her to ease into the morning like she preferred. She grabbed her phone, silenced the alarm, and went straight to the bathroom. The shower was quick, barely lasted five minutes. She dried off fast, pulled her hair into a neat bun, moved to her closet and selected the first professional outfit she saw; black pants and white blouse. Dressed quickly, her hands were calm even though her heart was racing. She reached for her bag, then paused. “My laptop?” Andrea spun around, spotting it on the small table beside the couch. If she’d walked out without it, she would’ve cried on the sidewalk, immediately she stuffed it into her bag with shaky hands, her pulse still racing. “Get it together,” she muttered under her breath. As she buttoned her shirt, she noticed the yellow paper on her kitchen counter. RENT NOTICE. Due February 12th, Ten days from now. Andrea stared at the paper longer than she meant to. Ten days. Her mind immediately started doing the math she’d been avoiding. Her savings barely stretched, the last paycheck from her previous job was already chipped away by bills. Groceries and Transport. This new job wasn’t just a fresh start. It was the difference between staying afloat and sinking. Andrea shoved the notice into the drawer harder than necessary and slid it shut. Not today. She couldn’t afford to fall apart today. There was no time for breakfast. She grabbed her bag from the chair, checked for her wallet and keys, and headed for the door. She locked the door behind her and hurried down the stairs. The bus stop was two blocks away from her apartment. Andrea walked quickly, her heels clicking against the pavement. The morning air was cold, and she hadn't grabbed a jacket. But It didn't matter. She'd be inside soon enough. “You can do this. New job. Fresh start. Don't think about…” She cut the thought off before Caleb's face could form in her mind. But his voice slipped in anyway, uninvited. “I just…god, Andrea, you're so uptight all the time. I mean everything has to be perfect with you, you never want to just loosen up and have fun." Andrea’s jaw clenched as she walked faster, her chest tightening with a familiar ache. She hated how easily the words stuck, hated that a part of her still wondered if he was right. “No,” she whispered to herself. “We’re not doing this today.” It had been one week since her birthday. Since she'd found him in bed with someone else and told her she was boring, uptight, not fun enough. Andrea shook her head sharply and kept walking. “Work. Focus on work, that's all that matters now.” She got to the bus stop earlier than expected and after three minutes the bus pulled up in front of her. She let out a heavy sound of relief before climbing on, tapped her card, and found a seat near the middle. The bus started moving, and she pulled out her phone to check the time. 8:42 AM. She was definitely going to reach Crestview very late. Two women in expensive business suits sat in the seats directly in front of her. Andrea wasn't trying to eavesdrop, but they weren't whispering either. ".....fired him right there in the conference room," one of them said, her tone low but audible "didn't even wait until after the meeting." "That's Henry Moore for you." The other woman laughed not too loud "My friend works at Crestview. She says he's brilliant, but completely ruthless. He never smiles or tolerates mistakes. If you mess up, you're done." Andrea's fingers paused over her phone screen. Crestview?! That's her company Andrea looked up from her phone. "I heard he made one of his executives cry last month, after he lost a huge contract deal." the first woman continued. "Wouldn't surprise me. That man's like a machine; no emotions, just results." "Sounds exhausting to work for." "Yeah, but Crestview's one of the top firms in Chicago and the entire country. If you can survive working for Moore, you can work anywhere. That's what people say." Andrea reached into her bag and pulled out her headphones. She didn't need to hear more. Every company had someone like that. Some boss everyone was scared of. She'd dealt with bad managers before, supervisors who took credit for her work sometimes, She could handle this one too. She slid her headphones on, pressed play on her playlist, and stared out of the window. The bus arrived at her stop at 9:10 AM, earlier than expected. Traffic had been light today, and now Andrea stood outside Crestview Holdings. The building was huge, made of all glass and steel. It was so tall she had to tilt her head back to see the top. People in suits walked in and out like they owned the place. Andrea suddenly became hyperaware of everything about herself. The scuff on her heel, faint wrinkle near the hem of her blouse. The way everyone else seemed to move with effortless confidence.They looked like people who belonged here while she felt like someone pretending. Her fingers tightened around the strap of her bag as she walked toward the doors anyway. “You’ve got this, girl.” Even if the CEO was some emotionless machine she wasn't going to let that scare her. She'd worked three jobs to pay for college, sent out hundreds of applications before Crestview finally hired her. This was her chance. She wasn't going to mess it up. She walked through the doors. The lobby was massive, the marble floors gleamed beneath her heels, every step echoing louder than she wanted. Conversations buzzed around her, polished voices and quiet laughter that made her feel like she’d stepped into a world she wasn’t fully invited to. Andrea straightened her posture, lifting her chin just a little higher. “Fake it until you belong.” then approached the front desk. A woman in her forties with perfectly styled hair looked up and smiled politely. "Good morning. How can I help you?" "I'm Andrea Collins. It's my first day. I'm starting in the analytics department." The woman typed something into her computer, then nodded. "Ah, yes. Welcome to Crestview, Ms. Collins." She handed Andrea a sleek badge with her name and photo printed on it. "You'll be on the 47th floor. Elevators are just past the security checkpoint on your left." "Thank you." Andrea clipped the badge to her shirt and headed toward the elevators. Security waved her through after a quick scan, and she stepped into the elevator lobby. Andrea stared at the elevator panel, numbers glowing in neat rows. Her reflection stared back at her from the mirrored wall, composed on the surface but betraying the storm underneath. Her mind was going through a lot; rent notice, Caleb’s betrayal, ruthless CEO rumors and first day expectations. The thoughts crowded her mind all at once, loud and suffocating. She swallowed hard and pressed a button without really looking. The elevator hummed as it climbed. By the time those doors opened… her life was about to change in ways she couldn’t possibly imagine.Marcus walked over to where Mindy was standing, leaning down to poke Sophie's soft belly. Sophie blinked her cute eyes up at him like she was trying to recognize who he was, then she let out another little gurgle, reaching out to grab Marcus's thumb. Marcus’s face melted into a genuine, soft smile, letting the baby hold onto his finger. "Looks like she remembers you, Marcus," Mindy said, looking up at him with a proud smile. "Of course she does," Marcus said, lightly tapping the tip of Sophie's nose. "She knows who buys her the best stuffed animals." While Mindy and Marcus were completely distracted playing with the baby in the living room, Andrea took the bakery box and coffees over to the dining table. She began unpacking the warm cinnamon pastries onto a serving platter and setting out plates, napkins, and cups. Henry walked over to the kitchen island, pouring fresh water into glasses and bringing them over to help her set the table. "Need a hand?" Henry asked softly, leaning
The next morning, the rich, dark aroma of freshly brewed espresso and the comforting scent of toasted artisan bread floated out from the kitchen, instantly making the grand, high-ceilinged penthouse apartment feel extraordinarily cozy and lived-in. Soft, golden morning light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, casting long, warm beams across the polished hardwood floors and plush area rugs.In the middle of the spacious living room rug, Henry sat cross-legged in a simple pair of dark lounge pants and a fitted grey t-shirt that showed off his broad shoulders. Stripped of his usual tailored suits and the commanding presence he carried in the boardroom, right now he was simply a devoted father, completely focused on the tiny life in front of him.He was gently holding a soft, plush yellow duck in front of little Sophie, who was sitting propped up against a carefully arranged pile of plush velvet cushions."Look at this, Sophie," Henry murmured, his deep, resonant voice c
Inside Mindy’s cozy, modern apartment, the warm yellow ambient lights were dimmed to a soft glow. The city hummed faintly beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, but inside, everything felt quiet and contained. A faint scent of lavender from the diffuser still lingered in the air, mixing with the mild herbal smell of freshly steeped tea. Marcus sat on the plush gray sofa, wearing a simple white t-shirt and dark sweatpants, his posture finally loosening after the long day. His phone rested face-down on the glass coffee table, the screen dark after his call with Henry about the finalized Cole Group deal. He stretched both arms along the back of the cushions and let out a long, low sigh as the fatigue from the flight finally settled deep into his shoulders and legs. From the kitchen, the soft scrape of a bar stool against the floor announced Mindy’s approach. She walked into the living room carrying two mugs of warm tea, the silk of her nightie whispering against her thighs with each ste
Andrea pushed open the heavy wooden door to their master bedroom, stepping into the softly lit space.The steam from the master bathroom was just beginning to drift into the bedroom, carrying the crisp, clean scent of sandalwood and expensive body wash.Before Andrea could even head toward her side of the bed, the bathroom door swung open, and Henry walked out.Her breath caught in her throat, her feet practically glued to the rug.Henry stood there in the warm lighting, wearing nothing but a dark grey towel wrapped low around his waist. Droplets of water glistened on his broad shoulders, slowly trickling down the defined lines of his chest and abdomen. His dark hair was wet, slightly tousled, and dripping onto his neck.Looking at him right now, Andrea’s mind involuntarily flashed back to their trip to Paris two years ago when they were still strangers.She remembered it clearly—the luxurious hotel suite overlooking the Eiffel Tower, the quiet evening when Henry had ordered room serv
Andrea wrapped her sweater tighter around herself and leaned back against the outdoor sofa, the soft cushions sinking under her weight. The night air was cool against her face, carrying the distant hum of the city below. She held her phone to her ear and stared out at the glittering skyline, the lights blurring slightly as she blinked back the heaviness that had been sitting on her chest all evening. On the third ring, the line picked up. “Andrea?” Mindy’s voice came through, sounding slightly groggy but immediately sharpening with concern. “Are you okay? I was just about to text you.” “Bestie…” Andrea let out a long, heavy breath. The tight knot in her chest loosened just a little at the sound of her best friend’s voice. “I missed you so much. I’m sorry to call you so late, especially after your long flight back from London.” “Forget the flight, Andrea,” Mindy said quickly, and Andrea could hear the soft rustle of sheets as she shifted in bed. “I couldn’t even sleep properly bec
The air inside Henry’s black SUV was cool and quiet, a sharp contrast to the suffocating smell of bleach in the hospital room. Henry drove smoothly through the evening traffic, keeping one hand steady on the steering wheel while his other hand reached across the center console, wrapping his fingers firmly around Andrea’s. Grandma Grace sat in the back seat, her hands resting over her wooden cane as she stared out the window at the passing city lights. "Are you alright back there, Grandma Grace?" Henry asked, checking her in the rearview mirror. "I'm fine, Henry," Grace said softly, letting out a long breath. "Just tired in my bones. It takes a lot out of you, looking at a ghost from seventeen years ago." Andrea squeezed Henry’s hand tighter, looking back at her grandmother. "Are you sure you don't want to come stay with us at the penthouse tonight, Grandma? We have plenty of room." "No, sweetheart," Grace shook her head gently. "I need my own bed tonight. I need some quiet to pr
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Monday morning hit Andrea like a freight train. She'd spent the entire weekend trying and failing not to think about the elevator incident and now she had to face him at work.Andrea arrived at 8:55 AM, clutching her coffee like a lifeline. She'd finished the Hillcrest analysis on Sunday night, pri
Saturday MorningAndrea woke up to sunlight streaming through her bedroom window and the sound of her phone buzzing on the nightstand.She reached for it, squinting at the screen.Mindy: Morning! Picking you up in an hour. Grandma's expecting us at noon. Don't be late!Andrea groaned as she sat up,







