LOGINIn Mantha oil limited,Patrick Hale just stepped out of his office, Magnus behind him. “A fucking public shootout?” Patrick gritted out. He clenched his fists until it felt like his fingers would break. “Does that even make any sense?”Magnus trembled behind him. “I-I… I don't—They said it was the only way.”Patrick kept moving. He didn't utter another word as he stepped out of the building and got into the car. Awkward silence hung in the air the entire ride. Magnus tried not to breathe too loudly.By the time they got to Patrick's home, rage was already threatening to choke him. How could they have fumbled this so badly??He tore off his jacket and handed it to Magnus, before making his way down to the basement—two steps at a time.Inside, his eyes immediately caught the two figures tied to a chair in the dim lighting and his brain short circuited. “Where are the other two?” One of the men answered. “They’re not here.”In an instant, Patrick was standing in front of the man who'd
Earlier, Daphne had called to take a raincheck on lunch.Lyra chuckled. “Holdup…What happened to ‘hey, how are you?’ Is that how to greet your bestie?”Daphne snorted. “You just rolled your eyes, didn't you?” Lyra asked, her smile deepening as she shut her laptop and put it away.“Figured you weren't able to talk well yesterday… Since you know, you spent the night at his place.” Daphne took her jewelry off in front of the mirror. “I’m tired but you'll find me at your door if that's what it takes to get the tea out of you.”“No, no.” Lyra said—too quickly. “There's no need for that, you need to rest.”“Wait—” Daphne narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Are you at his place?”Lyra choked on her cheetos and coughed, eyes watering as she sat up. “His place?? Why would I come back here—there? I'd rather sleep in the forest.”‘Okay, maybe the last part wasn't necessary,’ she thought.“Heyyy…relax. Just teasing you.” Daphne sank into her dressing chair. She placed her phone on the table, grabbe
In Wilson Energy, Eyes followed Nadine as she moved. She was wearing a black dress—with a low neckline that left little to the imagination—and matching sunglasses. Conversations dipped, phones raised discreetly, murmurs sifted as she moved, the smell of judgement heavy in the air. Today was the first time she was showing up here after the sextape with their boss went viral. “What are you looking at?” she snapped at an employee. “N-nothing, ma'am.” Nadine kept walking, but she felt beads of sweat gather on her forehead and temple. She adjusted her sunglasses and lifted her chin higher, a muscle ticking in her jaw. She got to the elevator and a man from the inside held it open for her. The doors reopened. When she glanced at the three women and man that were inside, she noticed one of the women had a scrunched nose directed at her. She knew that look all too well—judgement. Nadine's lips twisted with a frown. “Get out.” “Uh…” One of the women squeezed her face and gave Nadin
Silence. Everyone's eyes were glued to the monitor. And on the screen, the jagged, chaotic waveforms instantly flattened into a perfect, steady line.The alarms stopped. The amber lights turned green.“Impossible,” Ethan breathed, lips still parted slightly from shock. When he saw Lyra’s eyes on him, he closed his mouth and straightened. “One hell of a lucky guess.”“Then you should've guessed too. Or were you afraid you'd be wrong?”Ethan just cleared his throat but didn't say anything.“Wow, you're such a genius, ma'am!” Heather, a blonde-haired employee, beamed.Miller's eyes were still on the screen. “How—” "Next time, check the environment before you blame the software.” Lyra brushed off invisible dust from her clothes. “Saves you from sounding dumb and sexist.”Miller lowered his head in embarrassment and gritted his teeth. But Lyra continued, turning to face Ethan. "Replace the sensor cables with double-shielded copper by the end of the day.”“Yes… ma'am.”Lyra turned and sa
Another engineer, Miller, who was clad in black pants and a pink shirt rushed over, almost slipping on his way. "We’ve checked the cells three times!" He rasped. "The hardware is clean. It’s a software glitch in the BMS.""It’s not the software," Lyra repeated. She was standing in front of the main console now, her eyes still glued to the jagged, rhythmic spikes on the monitor.The room quieted suddenly. All the employees turned to face her. Ethan spun around too, coffee hanging in his hand mid-sip. He narrowed his eyes at Lyra. "And who the hell are you?""Lyra Wil—” She cleared her throat and corrected herself with a small smile. No need to go around introducing herself as ‘Mrs. Wilson' just yet. “Lyra Davis. The new director."Ethan's brows arched with shock. “Strategic innovation?”Hmmm… ‘Lyra Davis’? He pondered. That name rang a weird bell in his head. Though he was quite certain that this woman here wasn't anybody special. So why her? Lyra nodded once. “You're on my team?”Et
The imposing glass door of Helixion energy stood before Lyra. Tyson had suggested rest to her, but she didn't need that. She needed something to keep her mind from drifting to last night. The danger. The adrenaline. Him. Daphne was worried all night when Lyra told her that she was at Tyson's. She'd checked in a million times, asking her if Tyson was being a pervert and even insisted that they have lunch later today—to her all about last night.Lyra huffed. As if there was anything to talk about.*Drink wine from your mouth, and do all the other weird shit that couples do. But it won't be weird to me—because it's you. And you don't get to leave. Forever.*Eww… Why would he even say something that cringe? She pinched the bridge of her nose but her lips curled into a small smile.“You okay?” Tyson asked beside her. Lyra immediately fixed her face and straightened. “Yeah, I'm good. Let's go.”And so they walked into Helixion energy. Inside, eyes moved to her, drinking her in, picking h
He reloaded his gun and aimed. “You heard me.” Then he fired again. He hit the two front tires of the SUV, and slowly, it rolled to a stop.“That's what I'm talking about! Eat shit motherfuckers!!” Dale cheered. Then he patted Bran on the shoulder—harder than necessary. “That was insane, man. I sw
“We can.” He finished loading the gun and turned off the safety. “And we will.”The exit door creaked open slowly and Tyson signaled to two of his men who were standing there. As expected, the robbers' attention shifted and one of the masked men pointed to the hallway. “There!!”Without warning,
On instinct, Tyson pushed Lyra to the floor with him. He rolled over and climbed her, wedging himself with an elbow so his full weight doesn't crush her. His scent curled around her—suffocating, intoxicating.He pressed a finger against his lips, urging her to be quiet. Lyra stirred under him. Her
“Uhm,” Lyra's eyes darted between Daphne and Tyson. Then she pulled her friend away—still within reach. Just far enough for Tyson to not eavesdrop on their conversation. “Someone tried to rob me. He saved me,” Lyra said to Daphne. “Are you for real?” Daph stepped closer, eyes flashing with concer







