LOGINRICHARD I glanced at the clock on the wall as soon as I walked into the living room.10:30 PM.Later than I had expected.I loosened my tie slightly as I stepped further in, my eyes scanning the dimly lit space out of habit more than intention. Everything was in place. Orderly. Controlled.Just the way I liked it.And yet…Something in me wasn’t.A faint dryness tugged at my throat, and without thinking much of it, I turned toward the kitchen.The marble floor was cool beneath my feet, the soft overhead lights flickering on as I entered. I reached for a glass, filling it halfway with water before bringing it to my lips.I drank slowly.One gulp.Then another.The coldness should have grounded me.It didn’t.I set the glass down carefully, my fingers lingering against its rim for a moment longer than necessary.Then I exhaled, left the kitchen and walked into my bedroom.The space welcomed me the same way it always did, structured, untouched by chaos.I shrugged off my jacket, letting
RICHARD The city moved differently at night.The sharp edges of the day had blurred into streaks of light and motion. Headlights streamed past in steady lines, neon signs flickered with restless energy, and people, still dressed in power and purpose flowed along sidewalks like currents that never truly stopped.I leaned back against the seat, one arm resting loosely against the door, my gaze fixed somewhere beyond the glass.We had left Leonard’s party about fifteen minutes ago.I had said my goodbyes. Shaken a few hands. Forced a few more polite smiles. And walked away. But damn it! She followed me out of that ballroom.Not physically.But in memory.Jolene.I exhaled slowly, my jaw tightening almost unconsciously.“You can’t avoid him forever…”Her voice replayed in my head, clear and uninvited.I turned my head slightly, watching as the car slowed at a junction, the red light casting a dull glow across the windshield.Avoid him.If only it were that simple.My fingers tapped ligh
RICHARD I don't want to be here.That was the first thought that crossed my mind as I stepped into the ballroom.It was… loud.Not just in sound, but in presence. And that was one of the things I hated. Men in expensive suits holding glasses, stroking each other's egos just to win one contract or for some other favors. Everything about the space demanded attention. Leonard, investment banker turning forty. And it showed all around. The glittering chandeliers suspended from the high ceiling, the polished marble floors reflecting soft golden light, the carefully arranged round tables draped in deep navy and silver fabrics. Even the stage at the far end carried a kind of quiet authority, with a sleek digital backdrop displaying Leonard’s name in bold, elegant lettering.The entire event had the unmistakable signature of wealth; not the loud, careless kind, but the calculated, strategic kind. The kind that spoke in subtle details. Crystal glasses. Precision in table settings. Waiters m
RICHARD I stood in front of her door the next morning and checked my wristwatch again for the time; hoping she had woken up by now. I had already finished breakfast, gone through two newspapers, skimmed emails, and even reviewed part of a report my assistant had sent earlier. On a normal day, I would have been out of the house by eight sharp; no delays, no lingering.But today… I wasn’t in a hurry.My first meeting wasn’t until noon, and that had given me the opportunity to slow down so I could see Felicia before I leaving. I just wanted to make sure she was okay. She had already slept by the time I got home last night. So I haven't seen her since she returned from the hospital. I lifted my hand and knocked twice.Her voice came from inside.“Come in.”I pushed the door open slowly and stepped inside.She wasn’t on the bed like I had half expected. She was sitting behind the desk, obviously doing something on the computer. It was a sharp contrast to the woman I had seen days ago;
FELICIA The drive back to the penthouse from the hospital had been smooth, almost too smooth, and I had spent most of it staring out the window, my thoughts drifting between uncertainty and something dangerously close to calm. The driver had said very little, and the maid seated beside me had only asked once if I was comfortable.I appreciated the silence.When the car finally pulled into the compound, my chest tightened slightly.This was it.No turning back now.The driver stepped out first, opening the door for me carefully. The maid followed, hovering close by as I stepped out, as though she had been instructed not to let me strain myself.“Careful, ma’am,” she said softly.“I’m fine,” I replied, though I didn’t push her away.We walked in together, my steps slow but steady as we made our way through the entrance and into the quiet elegance of the house. Everything felt just as I remembered it, calm, polished, almost untouched.She led me down the hallway and Miranda appeared wit
RICHARD The conference room was silent except for the low hum of the air conditioning and the faint shuffle of documents being aligned neatly across the polished mahogany table. Noon light filtered in through the tall glass windows, casting sharp lines across stacks of regulatory files, tablets, and printed reports.I sat at the head of the table, flipping through a submission draft, my pen tapping lightly against the margin. Felicia was to be discharged today, I couldn't go because of this meeting, so I have asked Miranda to send a driver and one of the maids to the hospital to pick her up. “Let’s begin,” I said without looking up.Immediately, the room straightened, not out of fear, but readiness.To my right sat Clara Benson, Head of Regulatory Affairs; precise, composed, and rarely wrong. Across from her were two legal advisors, Mark and Elise, both already poised with annotated copies of the submission package. Further down were the clinical documentation leads and compliance o







