LOGINJanuary 2046In honour of Elena's promotion, the family celebrated on the first Saturday of the new year.The Mercer mansion was extremely stuffy, according to Sophie.Instead, at Marcus and Zara's brownstone in Brooklyn Heights. More intimate. More personal. More about Elena and less about ceremony.The entire family showed up.In the townhouse, three generations squeezed together. A perfect storm of love and mayhem.At their first formal family gathering together as a couple, Elena and Alex showed up.Her fear was palpable. She forewarned him as they ascended the stairs that he would be interrogated. "My grandpa in particular. He will enquire about your ambitions, future plans for your job, and likely your credit score. Your grandpa is aware of my credit score already.The hiring process at Chen-Hale included a background check. That does not provide any solace. Practicality is key. Join us on a journey through corporate dating.The house was already full on the inside. Elisa's folk
December 2045 - Mid-MonthThe Singapore expansion board presentation was scheduled for December fifteenth.Elena had two weeks to finalize everything. Projections. Timelines. Risk assessments. Cultural integration strategies. Market analyses.Every detail scrutinized. Every number verified. Every assumption challenged.Rebecca had been clear: "This is your moment. Prove you belong here. Not because of your name. Because of your work."No pressure.Elena worked twelve-hour days. Refined models.Stress-tested assumptions. Got every conceivable question covered.It was Alex who lent a hand. They had informed human resources of their relationship, completed the required forms, verified that there was no direct reporting link, and accepted the company's policy on dating on the job.Now they worked together openly. Late nights became shared dinners. Strategy sessions became conversations about everything.When Alex saw Elena in the office at eleven o'clock on a Tuesday night, he told her, "
December 2045The Singapore expansion project reached its critical phase in December. The board will hear final presentations. Funds being green-lit. Consent for the timeline. Executives with decades of experience building worldwide operations examined every detail.Elena devoted five months of her time to the project. What began as an assignment from Rebecca has transformed into her main duty. Despite her junior status, she had taken charge of the market analysis team and had three analysts reporting to her.It shook with fear. And thrilling. Alex had been pulled onto the project full-time in November. They worked together daily now. Long strategy sessions. Late-night conference calls with the Singapore team. Shared pressure and shared victories.The dynamic between them had shifted since their honest conversation. Not quite friendship. Not quite romance. Something in between. Something undefined but comfortable. "These projections are too conservative," Alex remarked as he reviewed
November 2045 - ThanksgivingThanksgiving at the Mercer estate was chaos.Forty-seven people crammed into the dining room and adjacent rooms. Three generations. Multiple family branches. Controlled chaos.Elena arrived with her parents and siblings the twins Daniel and Sophia, now sixteen and impossibly annoying. "Elena's lover is on his way," Sophia whispered as they entered. "He's not the one I'm seeing.He works with us. "A colleague you have feelings for," Daniel corrected. "We heard you on the phone with Maya. Walls are thin.""Eavesdropping is rude.""Being loud on the phone is rude. We're even."Inside, the family had already gathered. Elena's grandparents Marcus's parents Leon and Aria, now in their eighties but still sharp. Zara's mother Lorraine, vibrant at seventy-nine.Aunt Sophie and Uncle James with their daughters Maya and Ella. Aunt Kenya and her husband with their three kids. Uncle MJ and his wife with their twin boys.And the youngest generation Elena's cousins, the
November 2045The week after the town hall was excruciating.Alex avoided Elena completely. Different lunch times. Different meeting schedules. When they had to collaborate on the Singapore project, he was professional. Distant. Cold.Gone was the easy banter. The shared jokes. The comfortable working relationship they'd built.Now he treated her like like Marcus Mercer's daughter.Careful. Formal. Guarded.Exactly what Elena had been trying to avoid.She threw herself into work. Spent twelve-hour days at the office. Took on additional projects. Anything to avoid thinking about how thoroughly she'd screwed up.Rebecca took note. "You're working yourself to death," her mentor told Elena as he showed up at her cubicle on a Thursday at eight o'clock in the evening. "Go home." I'm great.Just finishing the Singapore market analysis—""It's due Monday. You have all weekend. Go home. Rest. You're no good to this project burned out.""I'm not burnt out." It's becoming easier for you. Perched
October 2045Alex Chen was the complicating factor.A young adult (18 years old). Personnel change in the department of corporate strategy.Transferred from Chen-Hale's London office.Brilliant. Ambitious. Gorgeous.And completely unaware of Elena's family connections.He'd been in London for five years. Never worked at New York headquarters. Didn't know the internal politics. Didn't know the Mercer family beyond their executive titles.He saw Elena as Elena.Junior analyst. Smart. Hardworking. Nothing more.It was refreshing."You're the one working on Singapore expansion?" Alex asked, appearing at her cubicle one afternoon."I am. Why?""Rebecca wants us collaborating. I handled the London expansion three years ago. She thinks my experience could help.""Oh. Okay. That's helpful."They started working together. Meeting twice a week. Sharing research. Coordinating analyses.Alex was impressive. Sharp. Strategic. Saw angles Elena missed.He was also kind. Funny. Easy to talk to.Elena
Saturday, 8:52 AM - BronxMarcus stood outside the coffee shop in jeans and a simple Henley, feeling more nervous than he had before any business negotiation.This was insane. He was meeting his assistant for coffee. In the Bronx. Dressed like a normal person.His phone buzzed. Daniel.Daniel: Wher
Mercer Holdings Executive Dining Room, Wednesday, 7:02 AMSitting opposite his father, Marcus observed Leon carefully and precisely chop his eggs Benedict.To his father, breakfast was a ritual. An assessment. Never a simple meal.It was an evaluation. A test. Marcus felt the weight of Leon's gaze—
Monday, 2:47 PMMarcus looked like he’d survived a war when he returned from lunch.His jaw was clenched, tie loose, hair mussed from running his hands through it.Zara had been organizing his terrible calendar on her computer when she looked up. "How was lunch with your sister?"Because she signed
The Chen-Hale Industries annual gala was the event of the New York social season. Aria Chen-Mercer stood at the edge of the ballroom, champagne in hand, watching her husband work the crowd with the ease of someone who'd been doing it for three decades.Even at fifty-nine, Leon Mercer was devastating







