Se connecterDaniel's povI was about to leave Jocelyn's office when I got a message on my phone.There was no greeting, no context, just a time and a location. Private lounge at Eight p.m. Like I was supposed to show up because she said so.I almost ignored it.But ignoring Eunice had never been simple, and I knew that from experience. She wasn’t the type to accept silence as an answer. If I didn’t go to her, she would find another way to come to me, and that would be worse.So I went there.The place was quiet when I arrived. It has a dim lighting, a controlled atmosphere, the kind of setting people chose when they didn’t want conversations overheard. Of course she would pick somewhere like this.She was already there seated like a CEO, one leg crossed over the other, a glass of wine untouched in front of her. She didn’t look surprised to see me. If anything, she looked satisfied.“Daniel,” she said, like we had just seen each other yesterday.I didn’t sit immediately. “Eunice.”That was all I g
Jocelyn's pov My phone didn’t stop buzzing.At first, I ignored it because meetings always came with distractions, and I wasn’t about to look unserious in front of the board over the notifications. But it kept going, and it wasn’t just mine. A few others around the table started shifting on their seat, glancing at their screens, then at me, then quickly away like they had seen something they weren’t supposed to.That was when I knew something more had dropped.I picked up my phone slowly, not wanting to show any urgency, but the moment I unlocked it, the headlines hit me all at once.I didn’t react immediately. I just read one article, then another, then more.An image of me stepping out of a car late at night was attached. It was blurry but clear enough.I locked my phone and placed it back on the table like nothing had happened.“Continue,” I said.The man presenting looked unsure, then nodded and kept talking, but his voice had lost its rhythm. Nobody was paying attention anymore.
Author’s pov#3rd person POV#The first post went live at exactly 9:17 a.m and it didn’t look like something that would cause damage. It was subtle, almost forgettable if you weren’t paying attention. A blurred image, low resolution, taken from a distance, with a caption that sounded more like a question than an accusation. It hinted at something without confirming anything, which made it more effective than a direct claim. People didn’t dismiss it because there was room to interpret it however they wanted.At first, the engagement was slow. A few comments. A handful of shares. Nothing alarming at that moment.Then someone reposted it with a sharper caption.That was when it started moving.By 9:25 a.m, more accounts picked it up. Smaller pages, gossip-driven, the kind that thrived on speculation rather than facts. They didn’t verify anything. They didn’t need to. They just added their own angle, their own assumptions, and pushed it forward.By 9:30 a.m., the second post dropped.This
Daniel’s pov I found her in the study that evening, seated at the far end of the table with a stack of documents spread in front of her, her attention fixed on the screen of her laptop like nothing else existed. She didn’t look up when I walked in.I closed the door behind me and stayed where I was for a second, watching her. She didn’t move. She didn’t pretend not to notice me either. She just continued working, like my presence didn’t require acknowledgment.“We need to talk,” I said.She didn’t answer immediately. Her fingers paused briefly over the keyboard, then resumed, slower this time, like she was finishing something before deciding whether I was worth her attention.“About work?” she asked without looking up.“No.”That got a reaction from her. Her hands stilled completely this time, and after a second, she closed the file in front of her and finally looked at me.Her expression was neutral. “Then make it quick,” she said.I walked further into the room, stopping across fr
Eunice’s pov I didn’t go to Daniel’s house just to see Jocelyn. That part was necessary, but it wasn’t the point.People like Jocelyn always needed to be seen up close before you decided how to handle them. From a distance, they looked manageable, predictable. Easy to place into a plan. But that was rarely accurate. The moment I stood in front of her, I knew she wasn’t as simple as Ethan had assumed.She wasn’t weak.That didn’t make her dangerous yet, but it meant she could become a problem if she wasn’t handled properly.And problems, if left alone, always grew.I stood by the window of my apartment, looking out at the city without really seeing it, my phone still in my hand. The call had ended a few seconds ago, but the conversation lingered.Victoria never wasted time. She also never repeated herself.“What’s your assessment?” she had asked.“I want more authority,” I replied. “More than expected.”“And Daniel?”That was the real question.“He hasn’t reacted yet,” I said. “But he
80. Daniel’s povI didn’t respond immediately when Ethan finished speaking.The room was quiet, but not calm. There was tension sitting under everything, sharp and obvious, and everyone felt it. I could see it in the way people avoided eye contact, in the way no one moved unless they had to. They were waiting for my reaction.I looked at Ethan for a second longer than necessary, then shifted my attention to the documents on the table in front of me. His proposal was already printed, already reviewed, already understood before he even opened his mouth.He always did that. Built something that sounded solid on the surface, structured just enough to pass, and then pushed it forward like it was the only logical option.It wasn’t.I picked up the file, flipped it open, and skimmed through it again without urgency.“You’re proposing we restructure the Westbridge account under a separate management unit,” I said.“Yes,” Ethan replied, calm and confident. “It isolates the risk and reassures t
JOCELYN’s POVI turned off the engine and rested my back against the seat, taking a deep breath in and then out like a practiced step. I’d left my office about an hour ago for this twenty minute drive but I’d driven as slow as I possibly could as well as had to keep stopping to steady myself and no
JOCELYN’s POVDaniel pressed the horn again, and I sped up as much as I could, which really wasn’t much. I was wearing four-inch stiletto and there was no way I was going to risk busting my head in when I fell because patience wasn’t part of his vocabulary. I glanced around us and, seeing there wer
JOCELYN’s POVI was tempted to massage my forehead. Unfortunately, what he had just said was difficult even for me. All my belongings were in the place I lived, and I definitely wasn’t in the right frame of mind to confront anybody, especially not Clarissa’s parents. They’d housed, fed and taken ca
JOCELYN’s POVDaniel stopped the car and stepped out without a word to me. As expected. I rushed out of the car with my bags and hurried to catch him, his long footsteps only putting more distance between us, but God forbid I even ask him to calm down. The embarrassment and humiliation I’d felt fro







