LOGIN"I didn't want to be late," Hazel said, keeping her voice as calm as possible. She didn't mention that she’d been up since four in the morning, jumping at every sound outside her window, worried that it might be Brock and his brother coming to collect their money. Or that the early bus was the only way she felt safe getting to the city.Maxwell nodded once."Good," he said. "Come into my office."Hazel grabbed her notebook and followed him. She watched him sit behind the massive desk that seemed to make him look even more powerful. She was still in disbelief that this was the same man she had dared to insult.He didn't start working immediately. Instead, he stared at a closed file for a long moment, his thumb tracing the edge of the folder. He found himself absent minded all of a sudden. He was now thinking about the journal. About his father playing a part just to be loved, and his mother playing a part just to get ahead. He looked up at Hazel, who was standing there waiting for a
The journals were stacked to one side. He had been putting off reading them properly. Not because he didn't want to, but because he didn't want to read them and get emotional or sad.However today he was bored enough to pick them up. He picked up the first one and opened it. Inside the front page, in handwriting that was neat but not careful, someone had written a date from twenty nine years ago.Maxwell stared at the date for a moment.Twenty nine years ago, his father had been roughly the same age Maxwell was now, or more accurately 27 years old. He turned the page and started reading.The food arrived forty minutes later and Maxwell hadn't moved.The entries were not dramatic. That was the first thing that struck him. His father didn't write like a person who knew he was going to die young and leave things unfinished. He wrote like a person who expected to have time. Observations about the business, frustrations with suppliers, occasional notes about books he was reading or thing
The front door clicked shut, leaving the three of them in the quiet of their small living room. For a long moment, nobody said a word. The atmosphere felt heavy, like the threat Bron had made was still here in the corner of the room.Hazel sat there, her mind racing through numbers. She was already calculating how much of her first paycheck could go toward the debt and how quickly she could scrape the rest together. She needed to move fast, before Bron decided to do more than just call.After a couple of minutes, her dad finally spoke."I’m sorry," he said. His voice sounded thin and full of regret. He reached out and took his wife’s hand, his fingers shaking slightly.Hazel felt a sharp ache in her chest. Seeing him look so defeated was worse than the phone call. "Dad, don't do that. Don't apologize.""I have to," he insisted. "I borrowed that money because we were desperate, but I shouldn't have. I’ve put this whole family in danger.""You didn't put anyone in anything," Hazel said
Maya looked at her. Then the corner of her mouth curved into a mischievous smile. "You're happy," Maya said with a teasing undertone in her voice. "Yes," Hazel said simply. "My day went well. I attended an executive meeting. I think I'm allowed to be happy about that.""You are," Maya agreed. She looked away, ostensibly at the street ahead of them. "Definitely. That's definitely why you're smiling."Hazel glanced at her. And she could tell that Maya was doing her thing again, that she had been doing a lot lately, ever since that day at the lake. "What does that mean?""Nothing," Maya said pleasantly. "Just that you're smiling. Which is nice. Very nice." She paused just long enough. "Are you sure it's just the meeting though?"Hazel stopped walking and expression darkened, her eyes narrowing as she gave Maya a disapproving look. Maya took two more steps before she turned around, her expression the picture of innocence. “Are you sure it doesn't have to do with a certain Sterling?”"Re
Maxwell's expression didn't change dramatically. But something behind his eyes did. Actually he was already exhausted that Isobelle was still pushing this on him. And the even more exhausting part was that the person she was trying to set him up with didn't even like him at all. And neither did he in any romantic way. At this point it felt like Victoria and her were competing, trying to see who between them would find him a wife first. It was something he didn't agree to at the moment. If he will ever get married, he wanted to do it by himself and not because it was set up by someone."Isobelle," he said."Camille asked about you," Isobelle continued, completely ignoring his tone. "Just casually. Nothing serious. She mentioned your name and I thought that was interesting considering how she feels about you."Maxwell paused, surprised that Camille would speak about him. But then he thought: it makes sense, that she would speak about him, to vent after he annoyed her by accusing her
Some time passed with everyone in the room debating. And Maxwell was still quiet.Eventually the debate hit a wall. Everyone was talking over each other and nobody was winning.Victoria tapped her pen on the table, silencing the room. Then she looked straight at Maxwell."Maxwell," she said. "You've been quiet. What do you think?"The room went still. Hazel felt a cringe coming on. She expected him to stammer or say something safe like, "I agree with both sides."That thought actually made her want to laugh before he had even actually said it. ‘Please say that. I'm dying to see you make a fool of yourself,’ she thought to herself, looking at him with an expectation.Maxwell leaned forward. The change in his energy was sudden. He didn't look like a ghost anymore.The truth was that he had only been quiet because this was a very serious matter and he'd rather listen and think about what was best for Sterling Industries than debate people."The fear of glitches is real," he said. His voi
"Yeah, the cameras are outside on the red carpet. Don't worry though they're not allowed inside the actual event," Natasha explained. "It's just standard media coverage for charity events."Maxwell nodded, feeling slightly better about that.Twenty minutes later, they pulled up smoothly to the Gran
Maxwell's anger grew with every word. Frank wasn't just stealing money - he was betraying the entire company. Selling secrets that Marcus Sterling and his team had worked years to develop. "Obviously you refused the bribe.""Of course I refused!" Cedric said emphatically. "I'm not a traitor. I've w
When everyone in the room looked at Victoria, they could tell that she was absolutely furious. Years of stolen trade secrets! And not only that, it was all stolen by Debra and Ramon, the very people she despised for the way they treated her nephew.Victoria turned to look at Maxwell. Her expression
"Well, they're quite expensive," the man explained carefully, as if talking to someone who couldn't understand basic economics. "I'm just trying to save you from embarrassment at the register.""Money isn't an issue," Maxwell responded firmly, getting slightly irritated by everyone's assumptions ab







