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The weight of last night
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2025-11-14 06:40:39
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Mixed Signals The weight of fury
( Alexander's Pov)The morning began, not with the quiet efficiency of my office, but with the shrill, demanding ring of my private line—the one only reserved for board members and immediate family. I knew instantly it was my mother.I picked up the phone, my jaw clenching against the sudden, familiar spike of ancestral fury."Alexander! Where were you?" Her voice, usually modulated to the perfect pitch of polite society, was edged with genuine frustration. "Do you have any idea the effort involved in arranging a private meeting with the South American representatives? They flew in specifically to discuss the foundation's expansion, and you didn't even show.""I was managing the Grey House replacement, Mother. Corporate necessity dictates my schedule," I replied, my voice flat, devoid of emotion."Nonsense! Corporate necessity means meeting the partners who fund your legacy! And who was that young woman you brought to the club instead?" Her tone hardened. "She wasn't on the list,
Mixed Signals Mine to direct
(Alexander Pov)I watched Sarah Hayes walk away from the table, her black dress making her appear smaller and more vulnerable than she truly was. The click of the door closing was the signal for the atmosphere to shatter.I turned my full, cold attention back to Elias Thorne."The expansion strategy requires singular focus, Elias," I stated, my voice dangerously even. "And that requires an understanding of professional boundaries. My staff is not available for frivolous distraction, nor are they a topic of discussion."Thorne, normally so boisterous, had the sense to look chastened. "My apologies, Alex. Just admiring your taste in... talent.""Admire the deal, Elias," I cut him off, leaning forward, hands steepled. "Focus your energy on the asset valuation and less on the periphery. Now, regarding the environmental impact liabilities of the Rio project, I believe we established a three-to-one risk ratio..."I swiftly steered the conversation back onto the ice. I was brutally effi
Mixed Signals The weight of last night
( Sarah's pov)I moved on autopilot. My legs felt weak, yet they propelled me out of Alexander Vance's office, down the plush carpet, and through the executive suite doors. The silence of the night air offered no comfort; it only amplified the frantic, uneven pounding of my heart.It was a mistake. His words. The cold, brutal command that followed the fiery, all-consuming kiss.I didn't wait for the express elevator; I took the service stairs down three floors before realizing how ridiculous that was, then finally summoned a regular car. I was shaking, less from fear and more from the treacherous, humiliating surge of desire that had coursed through me. He had touched me, kissed me, and my body had betrayed me with an intensity I hadn't known I possessed.I grabbed the first available taxi on the street."Home. Fast," I managed to choke out.When I finally stumbled through the door of my apartment, it was nearly ten o'clock. Jenny was sprawled on the couch, watching a reality sho
Mixed Signals The line of control
( Alexander pov)The charcoal-gray sedan glided through the morning traffic, the tinted glass providing an illusion of isolation I craved. I ignored the low hum of the city and focused on the previous night.You are mine, Miss Hayes.I hadn't slept well. The metallic taste of the power I asserted over her was intoxicating, but the sight of her eyes—wide, shocked, and wet—haunted me. The contact, the pressure of my thumb on her cheekbone, was a reckless breach of conduct. It was impulsive, raw, and utterly satisfying. I hadn't wanted to simply dismiss her; I wanted to pull her across the desk and take the defiance out of her body, replacing it with submission.But Judy's ghost was always faster. The moment the thought of possession turned truly physical, I retreated, scared that in grasping Sarah, I would find myself suffocating Judy’s memory yet again. I told her to leave. A tactical withdrawal, fueled by fear, masked as command.I pulled into the private underground parking garag
Mixed Signals The Price of control
( Sarah's pov)I stared at the thick, red folder on my desk, the words "Grey House Partnership: Termination & Asset Liquidation" screaming at me in bold, silver lettering. The archives had been an eerie, cold tomb—a subterranean labyrinth of classified secrets. But that was nothing compared to the task now before me. A handwritten summary of a highly complex financial document, due in a few hours.He's testing me. He's trying to make me quit.I pulled out a legal pad and a pen, and plunged into the document. The contract was dense, filled with clauses about escrow, international tax liabilities, and corporate exit strategies. It was analyst-level work, the kind of material I was supposed to be digesting with my advanced computer skills, not painstakingly transcribing by hand. Every paragraph I read fueled my internal resentment, but the sheer complexity of the task also drew on my professional training, a deep, frustrating satisfaction blooming beneath the anger.At three o'clock,
Mixed Signals Replacement
(Alexander's Pov)The heavy mahogany doors felt solid and silent as they closed, shutting me back inside my fortress. I walked across the vast, polished expanse of my office to the window overlooking the city, but the view offered no clarity.She’s still out there. Sarah Hayes.She had the nerve to hang up on her friend—on a personal call—in front of me, but the sheer frustration in her voice when she picked up the phone was what had held my attention. I had caught the end of her hissed reply to whoever was on the other end: "Perfectly understood, Mr. Vance." Ice. She was a fiery disaster wrapped in pink silk and a defensive shield of contempt.I dropped into my chair, the memory of her collision still sharp. The immediate, electric friction of her body against mine. The panic in her eyes. I had been planning to fire Ella for days, but the moment Sarah hit me, the decision was made. I didn't need a PA; I needed a distraction. A replacement for the gnawing void Judy had carved out
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