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CHAPTER 12
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2026-09-25 00:02:02
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Life as a sinclair : Book 1 CHAPTER 12
Rory’s POV I figured if I pitched this at the office, it would be way less embarrassing than doing it in private. Here, surrounded by fluorescent lighting and corporate jargon, I could keep it strictly professional. Rational. A business proposal. I took a deep breath, marched up to Billy’s corner office, and knocked twice. "Come in," his voice called out. I pushed the door open and stepped inside, shutting it firmly behind me. Billy was at his desk, reviewing a stack of documents, looking every bit the pristine executive in his dark suit. "I need to speak to you, please," I said, my heart hammering a chaotic rhythm against my ribs. He set his pen down, gesturing to the leather armchair across from him. "Take a seat." I took two steps toward the chair, hesitated, and quickly backed up. "No, no, no. I can't sit." Billy leaned back, folding his hands over his knee with a slight tilt of his head. "Okay. Then stand." "I... I am..." I pointed aimlessly around the room, my
Life as a sinclair : Book 1 CHAPTER 11
Rory’s POV When I woke up on Wednesday morning, the second bed in the guest room was already empty, the sheets neatly made. Billy had snuck out early—no note, no grand goodbye—leaving behind only the faint, crisp scent of his cologne lingering in the air. Fine, I thought, pulling myself out of bed. I'll just pitch him my secret deal at work. By 9:00 AM, I was sitting in my cubicle at Vanguard, attempting to look productive while my mind did wild backflips. Between my crazy midnight scheme about Billy and the realization that Diana lived at my biological parents' address, my nerves were completely shot. "Hey, Rory." I nearly jumped out of my skin, my hand slamming down on my keyboard as Diana popped her head over the edge of my cubicle wall. "Jesus, Diana!" I gasped, clutching my chest. Diana raised an eyebrow, leaning against the partition with a smirk. "Whoa, calm down. Why are you acting so weird today? You were tripping over street lamps yesterday and now you're jumpi
Life as a sinclair : Book 1 CHAPTER 10
Billy’s POV I grabbed my small leather toilet kit from my pocket and locked myself inside her guest bathroom. I popped open the container, slipping two pills out into my palm. It wasn't something I was proud of, nor was it something I wanted anyone in my life knowing about. I refused to let my secret health issues become my identity. I splashed cold water on my face, took a deep breath, and tossed the pills into my mouth. Just as I raised a glass of tap water to my lips— Click. The bathroom door swung wide open. Rory walked straight in, holding a fresh towel. "Jesus Christ!" I barked, flinching as water spilled down the front of my shirt. "Can you not knock?!" Rory stopped dead in her tracks, blinking at me in pure surprise. "What? It’s not like I haven't seen you before." "That is not the point!" I snapped, my hand instinctively closing around the pill bottle in my pocket. "This is basic decency. Do you have any manners?" "I'm sorry!" she held up her hands, rolling
Life as a sinclair : Book 1 CHAPTER 9
Rory’s POV The address on the crumpled piece of paper in my hand matched the faded numbers on the rusting gate in front of me. I stood on the damp sidewalk of a quiet, working-class Chicago neighborhood, my heart hammering against my ribs so hard it was almost deafening. For months—no, for years—I had dreamed of this moment. I had laid awake at night, picturing what it would feel like to stand in front of the people who gave me life, wondering if they shared my blue eyes, my nervous habits, or my obsession with drawing. Now, standing here, a heavy wave of pure panic washed over me. Do I actually want to do this? What if they didn't want me around? What if I was just a mistake they spent twenty-one years trying to forget? What if they had other children—kids they actually kept, raised, and loved—while I was the only piece they threw away? My throat tightened as a sudden surge of guilt hit me. How would my sisters feel about this? Ivory had practically sacrificed her youth t
Life as a sinclair : Book 1 CHAPTER 8
Rory’s POV"Okay, but listen," Diana said, leaning across the breakroom counter and taking a slow sip of her iced iced coffee. "If you ever want a quick, zero-commitment desk scandal, Greg from accounting is single. But stay away from Marcus in marketing—he’s slept with half the junior design team and still forgets their names in staff meetings."I chuckled, leaning against the marble counter while stirring my sugar into my mug. "Good to know. What about the top floor?""The executive suite?" Diana raised an eyebrow, dropping her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Off-limits. Total ghost town for romance. A couple of girls tried flirting with Mr. Logan last year—one literally dropped a napkin with her number on his desk during a pitch—and he had HR pull her off the account before end-of-day. The man is a ice block."I paused mid-stir. "Really? He doesn't... talk to anyone?""Girl, no," Diana scoffed, waving a hand. "He doesn't play about his work, and he definitely doesn't play
Life as a sinclair : Book 1 Chapter 7
Rory’s POVMonday morning was an exercise in strategic timing.I made a huge point of showing my face at the office early. I walked in at 8:15 AM sharp, dropped my tote bag onto my cubicle desk, greeted three different coworkers by name, and made sure Mark from analytics saw me making coffee in the breakroom. Paper trail: established.At 8:40 AM, I slid my phone, my portfolio tablet, and a small black paper bag containing three of my favorite physical miniature canvases into my bag. Taking a quiet breath, I slipped down the side stairwell instead of taking the main elevator, walking out into the crisp Chicago morning air totally undetected.Twenty minutes later, I pushed open the heavy glass doors of Lumière Fine Art & Gallery.My pulse was racing, a mix of pure adrenaline and nerves. Getting my work displayed in a gallery like this had been a dream of mine for years. I smoothed down my skirt, holding the paper bag tight against my side as the receptionist gave me a warm nod."R
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