MasukRobin's POVI waited until Christopher was in the shower before I called Mitchell.She picked up on the second ring, which meant she had been near her phone, which meant she was either working from home or had been expecting someone to call with something worth answering quickly.Hey, she said. You okay?I'm good, I said. Actually I'm, I paused, trying to find the right word for what the last forty-eight hours had been. I'm really good. There's something I should have told you sooner and I'm sorry I didn't.A brief silence, then, Robin.Christopher came to my door two nights ago, I said. Rain-soaked, straight from walking out of a board meeting, he refused to denounce me publicly, told the entire room no, and walked out.Mitchell was quiet for a long moment.He walked out, she said.He walked out, I said. Lost his title, lost the inheritance, his father released a public statement this morning disowning him. All of it.She exhaled slowly.And you let him in.I let him in, I said.Anot
Christopher's POVThe official letter from Golden Anchor's legal team arrived at nine in the morning, forwarded to my personal email since I no longer had access to the company systems, which I had discovered the previous evening when I tried to log in out of habit and found my credentials already revoked, the access cut cleanly and without ceremony the way these things always were when someone with authority over the systems had made a decision and implemented it immediately.I had expected it. That did not make it feel like nothing.I read it at Robin's kitchen table with a coffee going cold beside me.The language was formal and thorough, the kind of document that had been prepared carefully by people who were good at making the removal of a person sound procedural rather than personal. Effective immediately. “The board resolution had passed unanimously, with the severance terms detailed in the attached schedule and all company property required to be returned within five business
Robin's POV I had not known what to expect when Christopher opened the door to a small elegant woman in pearls who looked at him like he was both a delight and a mild disappointment, which turned out to be exactly the right way to look at him. I had also not expected her to walk into a room she had never been in and immediately make it feel like she belonged there more than anyone else, but that was apparently what stinking wealth and decades of confidence did for a person. I had heard about Grandma Rose across months of knowing Christopher, enough to understand she was different from the rest of his family, the one person in it who had always told him the truth rather than a version of it designed to keep him useful. Hearing about her and watching her were different things. She had taken my hand in both of hers and said she had wanted to meet me for a long time, and something about the way she said it, direct and warm and entirely without the careful social performance I had come
Christopher's POVI had just made coffee when my phone rang.Grandma Rose.I answered immediately, the way I always did with her, and before I could say anything she said, I hear you have had quite a day.Word travels fast, I said.Your mother called me in tears, she said. Your father called me shortly after that, which was rather less pleasant. She paused. Where are you, Christopher.I told her I was at a friend's apartment, that I was fine, that I would come to see her soon.No, she said, in that particular tone she used that was not a request. Tell me where you are. I am coming to you.Grandma Rose, I said, that is not necessary, you don't have to make the trip.I am aware I don't have to, she said, but i want to. Address, please.I looked across the room at Robin, who raised an eyebrow.I gave her the address.She arrived forty minutes later, small and immaculate as always in a cream coat and pearls, her silver hair set perfectly, holding a handbag that cost more than most people'
Christopher's POVI woke in the dark to the sound of rain still going against the window and Robin warm against me, his back pressed to my chest, one of his hands loose over mine where it rested at his stomach, his breathing slow and even in the deep rhythm of someone properly asleep.I lay there for a moment and let it be real. The weight of him. The quiet of the room. The particular warmth of a bed that had been slept in by two people who had chosen to be there. I had not had this in a long time, not genuinely, not without the knowledge underneath it that it was temporary or borrowed or something I would have to account for later.Then I pulled him closer.He stirred slightly and I pressed my mouth to the back of his neck, his shoulder, my hand moving across his stomach and lower, and I felt the moment he came fully awake, the small shift in his breathing, the way his body recognized mine before his mind had fully caught up.Chris, he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.I know, I
Christopher's POV He kissed me like he was angry and relieved at the same time, like the months between us had built into something that could only come out this way, and I kissed him back with everything I had, my hands finding his face, his jaw, pulling him closer because closer was the only direction that made sense. Robin pulled back just enough to look at me, his breathing already uneven, his eyes dark and certain. Bedroom, he said. I followed him. The apartment was small and familiar in the way I had memorized without meaning to, every detail of it stored somewhere in me from the months I had spent here when the world outside did not exist, and the bedroom was warm and low-lit and when Robin turned to face me there was no awkwardness in it, no careful negotiation of what this was or what it meant, just the two of us finally in the same room with no audience and nothing to manage. He reached for my jacket and pushed it off my shoulders and let it fall, and then his hands we



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