登入Dante.I dropped the phone on the desk.Not on purpose. My hand just stopped caring about it somewhere between reading the same paragraph for the fourth time and realising I hadn't actually absorbed any of it. It hit the wood and I left it there and stood up.Sitting in that room for another minute wasn't going to produce anything new.I came out into the hallway.Then stopped when I noticed there was someone on my couch.I nearly laughed my ass off when I realized who it was. Victor. Jacket off, one arm thrown over the back cushion, the television on low in front of him like he lived here. He looked up when he heard me and had the nerve to smile."Looking older than your age, man."I stared at him. "I'm in my forties. Quite young considering this generation."He scoffed. "Keep telling yourself that."Something came out of me that I hadn't planned. Not quite a smile but close enough that Victor's expression shifted in a way that meant he'd clocked it."Wasn't expecting you," I said.
Axel"The Meridian acquisition closes Friday," I said. "I want the legal team on the documentation by tomorrow morning. Not afternoon. Morning.""Yes sir." Priya had her tablet open, pen moving. "And the Harlow account?""Push it to next week. They've been pushing us for three months. I’m pretty sure a week won't kill them." I closed the folder in front of me. "Anything else."The room did its quiet shuffle as the meeting concluded. Six people filing out with the particular efficiency of a team that had learned not to linger. The door closed.I stayed in the chair.The boardroom had a view I'd spent two years earning. Chicago from forty floors up, the lake in the distance, the grid of the city laid out with the indifference of something that had been there before me and would be there considerably after.I looked at it and felt nothing useful.The tablet on the table had seventeen unread messages. Two from legal. One from the Harlow account ignoring the push I'd just issued. The rest
Xena.Remind me why I'm here again.I stared at the shocked Adrian and hoped my expression was neutral. Performing Hannah wasn't new — I'd spent enough years watching her move through rooms to know how to play it. The specific way she smiled at people she needed something from. The warmth that arrived exactly when it was useful and left the same way.Last time I hadn't tried to hide what I was doing. This time my father's life was on the line.I had no choice but to play Hannah fully."Hannah." Adrian's voice came out flat. The specific flatness of a man whose brain had received input it wasn't prepared for. "What—" He stopped. Then started differently. "Where have you been?"I let out a breath through my nose. He shifted the bag on my shoulder and let my eyes move past him into the penthouse."Out," I said."Out.""Partying mostly." I looked back at him. "Can I come in or are we doing this in the doorway?"He didn't move immediately. His eyes were scanning me, trying to get an asses
Adrian."I understand that," I said. "What I'm asking is why.""Mr. Yale." The officer's voice had the specific quality of someone reading from a script they hadn't written. "Visitation for Ms. Cross has been restricted pending further review. That's all the information available to me at this time.""Further review of what.""I'm not at liberty—""You've said that twice.""Because it's the answer, sir."I looked at the wall across from the desk. The kind of surface that had absorbed a thousand versions of this conversation and retained nothing from any of them."When does the review conclude," I said."I don't have that information.""Who does."A pause. The pause of someone who did have that information and had been instructed about what to do with it."Someone will be in touch," he said.The line went quiet.I set the phone down on the kitchen counter and stood there for a moment. Third call this week. Third version of the same script delivered by a different voice. Pending review.
Reeves."She called."Diana said it from the doorway the way she said most things like the information belonged to her because she'd been the one to receive it first.I didn't look up from the table."I know.""And?""And she called." I turned the page. "That's all it needed to be for now."She moved into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. ."She sounded scared," Diana said, setting a glass on the island then serving herself wine."She sounded controlled." I turned another page. "There's a difference.""Is there?""Yes."She came to the table and sat across from me without being invited. For someone crossing forty, she looked sexy with glasses in both hands, hair down and expensive clothes in a house in the middle of nowhere.Quite a contradiction she had never once registered in all the months she'd been moving through these rooms like she owned them."Hannah's asking questions again," she said.I looked up then."What kind?""The kind that don't concern her." Diana's mouth pre
Dante.I laughed.It came out before I'd decided anything about it. The short genuine kind that arrives when the brain receives something it flatly refuses to file as real.Xena didn't smile.The laugh ran out of road."You're serious," I said."Yes."I opened my mouth."I'm tired." She said it before I got there. And her tone told me she wasn't in the mood. She sounded like someone who had already argued every side of something before bringing it up. "The family. All of it. It's too complicated and I don't want to be a part of it anymore." A pause that had weight in it. "I want to start over. Find something that's actually mine."Nothing that I could get hold of.No accusation. No specific grievance I could address or dismantle or offer a solution to. Just a woman standing in my kitchen at whatever hour this was telling me she was tired.I looked at her.Then at the pot on the stove.I crossed to the cabinet then pulled out a bowl. Ladled broth into it and set it on the counter in f
Xena.Nobody moved.The ballroom stayed suspended in one long stunned breath while Dante stood beside me like he belonged exactly where he was.The MC remained frozen near the podium clutching cue cards with visibly trembling hands while conversations around the room died one by one.A woman near t
Xena.The bell above the studio door rang softly behind Hannah.Then she was gone.Nobody moved for a second.The envelope stayed open on my worktable beside scattered sketches and fabric samples like it belonged there. Like the last five minutes hadn't just happened.Chloe looked between me and th
Xena.“You’re leaving?”I looked up from the foyer table where I was reaching for my keys.Maria stood halfway down the staircase in her uniform, eyebrows pulled together. Behind her, the Yale house stretched quiet and expensive and watchful in the gray early morning light.“Just for a few hours,” I
Dante.Axel Darwin stood in the kitchen after Xena's footsteps disappeared up the stairs and looked at the doorway she'd walked through with an expression he clearly believed was neutral. I had spent seven years reading rooms from a distance. I could read one I was standing in without effort.I pic







