LOGINEMILY “Have a seat,” he said as he clicked the door shut. The sound echoed through the office, making me flinch. I was still standing there when he moved past me like a lion in its territory. His perfectly tailored suit stretched across his broad frame as he settled into his chair. “I hate repeating myself, Ms. Carter.” He gestured toward the seat in front of him. His eyes followed every movement I made as I quickly sat down. “Sorry, sir,” I apologized quietly. Silence settled between us as he studied me, his steady gaze making me squirm in my seat. He cleared his throat. “So, Ms. Carter, how does it feel being one of the luckiest people who get to work at Way’s Enterprise?” I opened my mouth to answer, but suddenly forgot how to speak. He seemed so casual. Too casual. Like he didn’t remember who I was. Not even from the bar. Which only made me wonder why a man who promised to make my life miserable was acting like this. “I asked a
EMILY ~Flashback to Six Years Ago~ “Hey, four eyes!” Troy, Cole’s best friend, called from behind, and laughter erupted from their group. Even Cole was laughing. “Please, Troy.” I said quietly, keeping my eyes down as I walked faster. “I’ve told you to stop calling me that.” But the seven of them surrounded me like a pack of predators, blocking every escape. “Aw, don’t be shy now,” one of them sneered. “You love the attention, don’t you?” “Maybe if you stopped stuffing your face, we’d actually see your eyes behind those glasses,” another added. I swallowed hard. “Please, Troy. Stop.” “But I’m not lying, you smelly, fat girl,” he mocked, pouting dramatically. More laughter followed. My throat tightened painfully, but I refused to cry. Not again. “I’m not doing this with you,” I muttered, trying to move around them. “I have a chemistry class.” Before I could take another step, something yanked me backward. “Not so fast, fatty.”
EMILY ~NEW YORK~ ~One month later~ ~Monday~ I looked at myself for what felt like the millionth time in the mirror after ten different hairstyles and seven outfit changes. Finally, I was satisfied. My hair pulled into a tight bun, and my white long-sleeved blouse looked modest enough for a first day while still fitting a little too well against my body. The matching pencil skirt hugged my hips perfectly, paired with sheer pantyhose and a nervous smile I couldn’t quite shake. After several minutes of debating between contacts or glasses, I settled on contacts. I ran my fingers over the sleeve of my right hand. The blouse was a last-minute choice after the first one got burnt. I checked the time. 8:35. “Crap,” I muttered. I was supposed to leave ten minutes ago. My feet slapped against the cold tiles as I hurried across my small apartment, grabbing my purse and slipping into my heels. I was halfway out the door when my phone buzzed inside my bag
EMILY Four of the most handsome men I’ve ever seen sat confidently, their presence exuding money and power. Each of them was draped in expensive Armani and Prada suits, broad shoulders filling the seats like they owned the place. Is this heaven? I thought. If it is, someone please pinch me. A light bump at my side snapped me back to reality. “Are you okay?” Elle asked, her voice soft but laced with worry. “Uhmm…” I cleared my throat. “Yeah. Yeah. I’m fine.” My eyes darted back to the men. They were staring right at us, and I suddenly forgot how to breathe. Elle moved forward as if their attention didn’t faze her, but my feet felt like they’d been cemented to the floor. “Gentlemen,” she announced smoothly, placing the tray down. “We brought whiskey and vodka for each of you. Pick your poison.” Their attention shifted to the drinks, except for one. The one whose gaze stayed on me. My focus pulled towards him despite my better judgment. Even sit
EMILY CARTER~NEW JERSEY~~Terry’s bar~ “Mommy, are you coming back soon?” I smiled, pressing the phone closer to my ear as I sat against the locker in the break room. “Soon, baby. I just have few things to settle, remember?” A small pause. Then, her small voice came through the phone, quiet and sad. “You always say that.” My chest tightened, but I kept my voice light. “And I always promise to come back, don’t I?” “Mm.” Another pause. “Grandma said you’re busy.” “I am,” I said quietly. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t miss you.” “I miss you more.” I let out a breath, blinking away the sting behind my eyes. “That’s impossible.” She giggled, and for a second, everything felt normal. Easy. “Okay, mommy. Don’t forget to call me tomorrow.” “I won’t.” “Promise?” “I promise.” The line went dead, and just like that, the quiet settled back in. I stared at my screen for a second longer than necessary before locking it. Reality always came back too qui







