LOGINALEXANDER "The anniversary gala needs a design lead." My grandmother said it the way she said most things that were about to upend my day, casual, over the rim of her coffee cup, like she was commenting on the weather instead of dropping a decision she'd clearly already made. "I want Maeve on it."I set my pen down slower than the sentence required. "Maeve.""You say her name like it's a foreign language." Mary's eyes glinted over the cup, entirely too pleased with herself. "Yes, Maeve. She's about to head the design department in every way that matters, Alexander, and this gala is going to define the brand's next decade. I want the person with the best eye in this building running it. That happens to be her.""She's been here a little over two weeks.""And in two weeks she's redesigned half the incoming line, told off Marcus Ellery in front of the entire studio, and made three of my most stubborn buyers cry actual tears of joy over a bracelet." My grandmother set her cup down with a
ALEXANDER Her eyes wouldn't leave me alone.Dark brown, gone nearly black under the fluorescent lobby lights, flat and furious an hour ago. I could still see the exact tilt of her chin right before she called it what it was. Ownership.She wasn't wrong, and I hated that she wasn't wrong, hated it enough that my hand had curled into a fist against my thigh without my permission, knuckles aching from how hard I'd clenched it the whole walk back to the elevator bank.I wanted to touch her. That was the whole ugly truth of it, plain and simple. I wanted to grab her wrist the way I had in that lobby and pull her close enough to do something she'd probably hate me for. I wanted to argue with her until she smiled despite herself, the way she used to when we were nineteen and neither of us knew yet how badly this would all go. My chest still ached with it, a physical thing, an ache that didn't care that I had absolutely no right to feel it anymore.My jaw was still tight from the fight. My
"Five minutes," I said, mostly to Brandon, holding up a hand before he could argue. "I'll catch up with you outside."Brandon glanced between us, a knowing look flickering behind his easy grin, and held both hands up in mock surrender. "Take your time. I'll be interrogating the doorman about sandwich recommendations."He wandered off toward the entrance, and Alexander stepped out of the elevator the second the doors parted again, closing the distance between us fast, his shoulders squared, jaw set, that same controlled stillness from a minute ago cracking hard at the edges now that we were alone."You shouldn't be spending time with him."My spine went rigid. I felt my own eyebrows climb before I'd even decided to react. "Excuse me?""Brandon." He said the name like it left a bad taste in his mouth, his eyes flicking toward the door Brandon had disappeared through. "He's not who you think he is, Maeve. He collects people. Gets bored, moves on, leaves a mess behind him every single tim
"You cut your hair." Brandon pushed off the wall the second I stepped into view, grey eyes moving over me slow, unhurried, the same easy assessment he'd always given everything, like the world existed mostly to entertain him and he approved of what he found. Behind him, through the glass wall of the elevator bank, the city stretched out grey and busy, entirely indifferent to the fact that my whole morning had just tilted sideways for the second time. "It looks good. Did I say that yet? I meant to lead with that.""You led with my hair, so. Close enough.""I panicked." He grinned, unrepentant. "You try opening with something smooth after three years of radio silence. It's harder than it looks.""You could've called.""I could've." He tilted his head, considering that like it was a genuinely novel idea. "Didn't seem like my place. You disappeared pretty thoroughly, Maeve. I figured if you wanted to hear from me, you knew where to find me."That was fair enough that I let it sit there in
MAEVE My alarm went off at six, and I was showered, dressed, and standing in front of my closet with two blazers laid out on the bed before I'd even finished my coffee.Navy or black.I picked black. Black felt like armor, and today I needed all of it I could get.The studio still smelled faintly of fresh paint when I let myself in, box of sketchbooks tucked under one arm, my new badge clipped to my blazer where I could feel the weight of it against my chest all morning like a small, reassuring anchor. Joanne caught me in the hallway before I'd even made it to my office, coffee in hand, grinning like she'd been waiting for me."First day energy," she said, looking me over. "You look terrifyingly put together.""I practiced in the mirror.""Don't tell anyone that, it ruins the effect." She fell into step beside me. "Heads up — you've got a nine a.m. all-team meeting, new operations lead, mandatory attendance. Should be quick."My stomach dropped half a floor before my brain caught up
ALEXANDER It hit me mid-thought, while she was still shaking with rage in front of him, the words she'd thrown at her father a second ago finally catching up to my brain instead of just my ears. My pulse, still elevated from the punch, spiked again, a fresh wave of adrenaline crawling up the back of my neck.*The next time you raised a hand to me.*Not the first time. The next time."This isn't the first time you've hit her." I said it slow, disbelief and fury tangling together low in my gut, my eyes fixed on the man still holding his own bleeding nose against the hallway wall. "Is it?"Mr. Quinlan's mouth worked for a second before anything came out. "That's not—""Answer the question.""Children need discipline, Alexander." He straightened, wiping blood from his lip with the back of his hand, some pathetic scrap of authority creeping back into his voice like he actually believed he still had the ground to stand on. "You'll understand that yourself, someday, when you and Dorothy hav
I looked around the room still having a hard time believing what I was seeing. Yellow curtains. Beige carpet. The hairline crack running diagonally across the ceiling above the wardrobe. My room, the one I had slept in before I was married, before any of it happened. I sat on the edge of the bed w
I froze. Through the crack in the hospital room door, I saw my sister's hand pressed tightly against my husband's chest. "Alexander, how much longer are you going to make me wait? I've already waited three years for you." Dorothy's voice was low and strained. "I thought you said you loved me."
The printer in the copy room spat out the resignation letter in under a minute. I stood there and watched the page slide out and I picked it up while the ink was still warm and looked at it for a moment.Soon I would be completely free of Alexander Hagreeves.I took it straight to HR. The woman beh
"Resign?" Liam burst out laughing, loud and sudden, like I had just said something genuinely absurd. "You must be joking.""Maeve, cut it out." Romy chimed in from the window, shaking his head. "We all know you can't stand to be more than three meters away from Alexander."Alexander stopped typing







