MasukThe rain has finally stopped, leaving behind the heavy, intoxicating scent of damp earth and cooling asphalt.For Mia, the air feels different today. The victory of the night before still hums in the city's veins, but for her, the clock is ticking.Every second in this city is now a treasure, a grain of sand slipping through her fingers before she embarks on the next chapter of her life.The hall itself is a sanctuary of academia, a sprawling space where a century of intellectual ambition seems to vibrate in the polished wood and high ceilings.Today, it belongs to the international scholars.The microphones are being tested, the lights are dimmed to a focused glow on the podium, and the air is thick with the murmur of a hundred different accents.Mia hasn't just finished her program, she has conquered it. In a single year, she shattered expectations, completing complex research projects with a speed and precision that left her peers in the dust.This ceremony isn't just a formality,
He leans past her, opening the freezer. He pulls out a bottle of sports drink and pours himself a glass, then reaches into the ice bin. He scoops a handful of cubes, the clinking sound sharp in the quiet kitchen. He drops them into his glass, then takes a long, slow drink, his eyes never leaving hers."Better?" he asks, his voice dropping an octave."Much," she whispers."Good. Because I'm not planning on letting you go again until it's time for that plane."Before she can respond, he sweeps her off her feet, her glass clattering onto the counter as he carries her toward the bedroom, his eyes promising a night that would burn far hotter than any victory.Inside, the moon is a voyeuristic spectator, hanging like an oversized bulb in the Toronto sky, casting a silver glow over the bed.Elias pulls a single cube of ice from the glass. Without a word, he pops it into his mouth. The shock of the cold is instantaneous, numbing his tongue as he rolls it against the roof of his mouth, prepari
The massive screens lining the bar are a strobe-light blur of silver and ice, looping the Raiders' Stanley Cup-winning goal over and over.Tonight, the city is bleeding Raiders blue."Our names are finally going on that trophy, boys!" Lucas bellows, hoisting a pint of beer high enough to splash the foam. "We freaking did it!"Mia and Ellie are tucked into a leather booth toward the back, watching the "big boys" surrender to the intoxicating rush of victory."You think he can actually get drunk on just beer?" Ellie asks, throwing an arm over Mia's shoulder as she watches Lucas chug like a thirsty buffalo. "Look at him. He looks like he wants to stick his entire head in the keg. Unbelievable." She shakes her head, though a smirk plays on her lips.Mia laughs, patting Ellie's thigh. "Lucas worships the ground you walk on. He wouldn't dare get messy enough to piss you off tonight."Her gaze wanders toward the entrance, a flicker of restlessness in her eyes. "Where is Lisa? She's late.""P
"Damn that post," Tyler spits, bumping his shoulder roughly against Elias in apology as they glide back into position.Elias doesn't even blink."Keep your head in the game, Tyler. Tighten up," he commands.The arena is still buzzing with the lingering groans of the near-miss. But on the ice, the Raiders tune out the noise. They are a well-oiled machine, their tempo suddenly shifting into a terrifying, high-octane gear.The Penguins are sweating. That last fluid attack from the Raiders was a wake-up call, and terrified of letting Elias find even an inch of breathing room, they switch to a suffocating man-to-man defense.The rest of the first period devolves into a brutal, claustrophobic dogfight.The ice becomes a warzone of colliding bodies, the sharp crack-smash of composite sticks echoing like gunfire. The puck is a piece of raw meat tossed into a den of starving wolves, fiercely contested at every turn.When the buzzer finally blares to end the scoreless first period, the players
As the Weston estate finally quiets, Mia stands on the grand steps, breathing in the crisp, victorious air.The night is a resounding triumph. Not only has she earned the approval of Rona Weston, but she has also walked away with an unexpected, high-stakes ally in Tina Coleman."My dear, Elias is incredibly lucky to have found you," Rona whispers against Mia's ear.She pulls back slightly. "If that boy ever steps out of line, you text me immediately. I have my ways of dealing with him." Rona pauses, her gaze softening. "And don't worry about his grandfather. The old man just needs time to adjust his worldview. He'll come around."With final, heartfelt goodbyes exchanged, Elias guides Mia into the waiting Maybach.Because Elias had indulged in several glasses of vintage bourbon, a chauffeur is behind the wheel. The heavy doors thud shut, sealing them in the opulent, leather-scented cocoon of the backseat.Almost immediately, the privacy partition glides up with a soft, mechanical hum,
The room gasps.The patriarch's face reddens, his grip tightening on his mahogany cane. "You dare curse this family? You speak of ruin while standing in the house I built?"Mia feels the heat radiating from Elias—a fierce, protective energy. She reaches out, her small hand covering his on the table, her fingers interlacing with his to ground him.She knows he's fighting for her, but she also knows that pushing a man like Old Weston into a corner only makes him snap."Please, allow me to interject," Tina turns to the old man. "I agree that strategic decisions are vital. But a conglomerate is only as strong as the talent it attracts. We are the employers, yes, but the visionaries—the doctors, the artists, the specialists—are the ones who turn our capital into substance."Old Weston looks deflated, his hope for an ally in Tina vanishing. "You young people...you all have your speeches ready. I only wanted to see you achieve something within the group.""With all due respect," Mia's voice







