LOGINViolet stepped out of the bathroom, towel-drying her damp hair, when she heard the door open.
Julian froze mid-step, half inside already. “Sorry. Bad habit—don’t usually knock.”
She didn’t care much. “It’s your place. Why would you knock? I just thought you’d left.”
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Allison’s eyes went blank for a second. It felt like her heart had just dropped into a bottomless pit.“Dr. Jones… check again,” she said, her throat tight. “He kicked last night. There’s no way there’s no heartbeat.”Dr. Jones was the most respected OB-GYN in their hospital—and Allison’s own specialist. If anyone could be trusted right now, it was her.And Allison didn’t believe in that cold “survival of the fittest” bullshit anyway. From the moment she found out she was pregnant, she’d booked every test possible. Even after twenty weeks—when things were usually considered stable—she still came in every week for routine monitoring.This couldn’t be happening.“Sometimes the monitor just can’t pick it up right away,” Dr. Jones said gently, trying to calm her. “That doesn’t automatically mean there’s no heartbeat. It could be the baby’s position. Let’s do an ultrasound to confirm.”“Bring the ultrasound in,” the doctor told the nurse.A few minutes later, the machine was ready.The fam
“Miss, we’re here. It’s raining pretty hard—give me a sec, I’ll grab an umbrella.”The driver’s voice pulled Allison back to reality. She blinked, focus snapping back. The light drizzle from earlier had turned into heavy rain, thick drops racing down the window.The door opened. The driver was already standing there with a big black umbrella. She stepped out slowly and looked up at the apartment building in front of her.It had only been a few months, but standing downstairs at Marcus’s place again felt like stepping into another lifetime.Ever since Richard asked her to “go see Marcus,” the thought had been stuck in her head. Fine. Just a vi
Allison caught the earliest flight back to New York the next morning.She was surprisingly calm. Emily, on the other hand, still looked shaken even after they landed.“We should’ve brought a couple more managers on this trip,” Emily muttered as they walked through the terminal. “If there were more of us, Mr. Hill wouldn’t have dared pull that shit.”Allison let out a quiet sigh. “The company’s swamped because of the Medi AI project. And Mr. Beaumont doesn’t like meeting a crowd of unfamiliar faces. It made more sense for me to go alone.”She adjusted her coat. “Besides, a guy like Mr. Hill? If it wasn’t yesterday, it would’ve been some other time. He was going to try
The meeting with Sofi was held at their headquarters, and it went smoothly from start to finish. Allison didn’t feel what people meant when they described them as “traditional” and “stubborn.”Sofi was a private, family-owned company. Most of the top roles were still held by family members. But the younger generation had stepped up. This round of talks was led by them, with the older generation present for support. The balance gave Allison a sense of stability—solid, calm, unified.It was exactly the kind of family-business model she secretly admired. Strong company. Strong family. Both intact.The newly appointed CEO, Mr. Beaumont, seemed genuinely impressed.“I didn’t expect Winthrop’s future successor to be such a
The second she stepped out of the restaurant, Allison felt like her skin was crawling. She texted the materials to Emily and told her to handle all communication with Mr. Hill from now on.Most of the process could be delegated anyway. She didn’t need to see him again unless absolutely necessary. But once due diligence wrapped up and they locked in preliminary terms with the European manufacturer, she’d inevitably have to deal with him face-to-face again.She didn’t like it—but she’d handle it when it came.Two weeks later, background checks were basically done. Winthrop had tentatively secured cooperation with the French pharmaceutical company Sofi. Next came legal review, compliance, regulatory procedures—the usual grind.
The list landed on Allison’s desk fast. She picked three names and had Emily reach out.Strangely—or maybe not so strangely—they all gave the same answer. The decision-makers were “out of the country.” End of year, conference season, sure. But the timing was too clean.Allison didn’t buy it for a second. Marcus had probably made a few calls.That narrowed her options.Emily tapped one name on the list. “This one’s well connected with several European pharma manufacturers. But… his reputation’s not great.”Allison’s eyes scanned the name. Mr. Hill.It rang a bell. A few seconds later she remembered. “Was







