Mag-log inAdrian drove home that evening with Richard's words still sitting heavily in his mind. Your future.His father had always used that word as if Adrian's future belonged to the Sterling family.Not to him. To the company. To the name.To the expectations that had been placed on his shoulders since he was old enough to understand what Sterling Enterprises meant.By the time he arrived at the mansion, Evelyn was already in the sitting room.Richard stood by the window, his hands behind his back.Sophia was there too. Adrian stopped. His eyes moved from his father to Sophia."What is this?" Richard turned. "Sit." "I asked what this is." Sophia gave him a small smile. "Adrian, it's not an ambush."He looked at her. "It feels like one." Richard sighed. "You've been spending a great deal of time with Nora Hayes."Adrian's expression changed slightly. "So that's what this is about?""It's part of it." "Then say what you want to say." Richard walked toward the fireplace."You are the CEO of Ste
The presentation room was unusually quiet. Nora stood at the front, staring at the final design boards displayed across the screen.She had spent weeks on this project. Late nights,Endless revisions,Arguments over colours,Changes to the floor plan.And several cups of coffee she had promised herself she wouldn't drink.Now it was finally finished. Almost.Vincent walked into the room carrying two cups of coffee."You look nervous." Nora turned. "I'm not nervous." He handed her one. "You've been staring at that screen for five minutes.""I'm checking for mistakes." "At this point, you're looking for mistakes that don't exist."She smiled. "Maybe." Vincent sat down. "Client arrives in ten."Nora nodded. She looked at the presentation again. "I can't believe we're actually here.""You should." "Why?" "Because you did most of the work."Nora laughed. "We did the work." "Fine." He leaned back. "But you carried this project."Nora smiled. "Thank you." Vincent studied her for a moment. "You k
Nora woke up earlier than usual. For several seconds, she lay still, staring at the ceiling.Then she remembered the previous night. The rain. Adrian's car. The conversation. She turned onto her side and pulled the blanket over her face.Why had she told him so much? She rarely spoke about her parents. She almost never spoke about her baby.Yet somehow, sitting beside Adrian in the dark, she had felt safe enough to talk.That frightened her a little. Not because she regretted it.Because she didn't. Her phone buzzed. She reached for it. A message from Mia.How is my future CEO? Nora smiled. She typed: Very much alive. Mia replied almost immediately.And the studio? Still standing. Good. I was worried you'd spend all your money on beautiful chairs.Nora laughed. You know me too well. There was a pause before another message appeared.Thank you for yesterday. Nora's smile softened. You don't have to thank me.I do. For coming to see Mum. For making her laugh. Nora stared at the message.
The rain started just before six. By the time Nora left the studio, the streets were already shining beneath the city lights.She stood beneath the awning, watching cars move slowly through the traffic.Her phone was at three percent. Her umbrella was at home.And she was beginning to regret telling the contractor she could stay until everything was sorted."Perfect." She sighed. "Absolutely perfect." "Talking to yourself?"Nora turned. Adrian stood a few feet away, holding an umbrella.She stared at him. "What are you doing here?" "I was nearby." She looked at the empty street behind him."Nearby?" "Yes." "You work on the other side of London." He smiled. "You're becoming very difficult to impress.""I was never trying to impress you." "Good." He stepped closer and held the umbrella over both of them."Come on." "Where?" "I'll drive you home." "I can get a taxi." "It's raining." "I noticed." "And your phone is almost dead."Nora looked at him suspiciously. "How do you know that?" "Yo
Nora didn't reply to Adrian's message immediately. She looked at the screen again.Did you get home safely? It was such a simple question. Yet somehow, it made her smile.She typed: Yes. I'm still at the hospital with Mia. His reply came almost immediately.Is her mother okay? Nora stared at the message. She hadn't expected him to ask.She typed: She's doing better. They moved her to another ward because she's responding to treatment.There was a pause. Then: That's good. Nora smiled. Thank you.She put the phone away and returned her attention to Mia and her mother.But the conversation stayed somewhere at the back of her mind.Adrian had remembered. He had listened. He cared. She wasn't sure why that surprised her.Perhaps because the man she had first met five years ago had been nothing like the man she was beginning to know now.---Later that evening, Nora finally arrived home.She dropped her bag onto the sofa and kicked off her shoes.The day had been long. But it had been a go
The laughter slowly settled. Mia reached for another cupcake while Nora leaned back in her chair, still smiling.For a few minutes, neither of them said anything. It felt good. Normal. Like the two of them had gone back to being the girls who could sit together for hours and forget about everything else.Then Nora suddenly frowned. "Wait." Mia looked at her. "What?" "Your mum."Mia's expression softened. Nora sat up. "We've been here celebrating my studio and I completely forgot to ask about her."Mia smiled. "You were excited." "I know, but still." Nora looked toward the hospital door."How is she?" Mia put the cupcake down. "She's okay." "Okay?" "She's stable."Nora sighed with relief. "Thank God." Mia nodded. "They transferred her to another ward this morning."Nora looked surprised. "Transferred?" "Yeah." "Why didn't you tell me?" "You were busy." "Mia." "I'm serious." She picked up her bag from beside the chair."They moved her because she's responding better to the treatment. Sh







