MasukNickie's POVI finished the data at two in the morning.Not Thursday morning. Wednesday night bleeding into Thursday at two AM with cold coffee and my dad asleep in the east room and Leon somewhere in the penthouse doing what Leon did when it was late and the company needed things.I read through the corrected Meritus file one final time.Everything aligned. Every transposed column fixed. Every corrupted data point identified and corrected and documented with a full explanation of what it had been, what it should have been, and how the error had been introduced. Eighteen months of deliberate damage undone in three weeks by someone who had built the original and knew every inch of it.My name was on it.Nickie Chen. Lead bio-engineer. Corrected version. Date and signature.I closed the laptop and sat in the quiet kitchen and looked at the city through the floor to ceiling windows.Tomorrow was Friday.In thirty something hours Victoria Knight was going to walk into a shareholder meetin
Chapter 22Leon's POVI called my lawyer at eight in the morning.She had already seen the filing."Victoria moved fast," she said. "The shareholder list she's working with includes three members who have been unhappy since the merger negotiations stalled. She's been cultivating them for months.""How many does she need," I said."Simple majority," she said. "She has the three unhappy ones. She needs two more to make it viable.""Walsh," I said."Walsh is clean," she said. "He won't move without evidence. The question is the two middle members. Chen and Hartley. They've been quiet through all of this.""Quiet means uncommitted," I said."Yes," she said. "Which means they're available to whoever makes the better case by Friday."I looked at the window."The hospital payment," I said. "How does she frame it.""Personal benefit," she said. "She argues you used company operational funds to pay for the medical treatment of a personal associate. The association being Nickie. The implication
Chapter 21Nickie's POVMy dad found the mug ring on Leon's desk the next morning.I don't know how he got in there. I don't know why Leon's office door was open. What I do know is that I was in the kitchen making breakfast and I heard my dad say interesting and I walked down the hall and found him standing in the middle of Leon's office looking at the ring shaped stain on the fourteen thousand dollar desk with the expression of a man who had just learned something useful."Dad what are you doing in here," I said."The door was open," he said."That doesn't mean come in," I said."In my experience open doors are invitations," he said. He looked at the desk. "Someone put a mug here without a coaster.""I know," I said."Was it you," he said.I said nothing.He turned and looked at me with the eyes that saw everything."It was you," he said."We should go have breakfast," I said."Nickie," he said."Dad.""A man lets someone put a mug on his fourteen thousand dollar desk," he said. "Tha
Chapter 20Nickie's POVI woke up the next morning and the first thing I did was panic.Not about Leon. Not about the kiss or what came after or the way he had looked at me when I finally stopped pretending. That part felt surprisingly solid for something that had happened less than twelve hours ago.I panicked because my dad was getting discharged in three days.And my dad was going to come home.To where.I sat up in bed and looked at the two mugs on my bedside table and thought about this for the first time with complete clarity. When my dad left the hospital he was going to need somewhere to recover. His apartment, the one I had been paying for while he was in the hospital with the last scraps of my savings, was a fourth floor walkup with no elevator and a bathroom that required navigating two steps to get into the shower.That was not going to work for a man recovering from a cardiac procedure.I needed a plan.I got up and went to the kitchen and Leon was already there which was
Leon's POVMy father called at four.I let it ring.He called again at four fifteen. I watched the screen until it stopped and then I put the phone face down on my desk and looked at the city through the window and thought about a man I hadn't spoken to in three years calling twice in twenty minutes because his plan had just collapsed in a boardroom and he needed to manage the damage.He called a third time at four thirty.I picked up.Silence on both ends for a moment. The particular silence of two people who have a great deal to say and no language built between them to say it in."Leon." His voice was older than I remembered. That was the first thing."Richard," I said. I hadn't called him dad in fifteen years. He had stopped deserving the word around the time he packed a bag on a Tuesday and left two boys in a house with a woman who responded to abandonment by gripping everything harder."I want to explain—""I don't need an explanation," I said. "I need you to instruct your lawye
Nickie's POVCole Knight looked like Leon the way a copy looks like an original.Same height, same dark hair, same way of holding himself that said he had grown up being told he was important. But where Leon's stillness was something he had built, something earned and deliberate, Cole's was performance. I could see it immediately. The slight tension around his jaw. The way his eyes moved just a fraction too fast.He was nervous.Good.Leon walked toward him and I stayed one step behind and slightly to the side, close enough to be present, far enough to watch Cole's face without him realizing I was reading it."Cole," Leon said. No warmth. No hostility. Just his name."Leon." Cole's voice was smooth. He had clearly practiced this. "You look well.""You're here as a proxy observer," Leon said. "Nothing more. You have no speaking rights and no voting rights in today's session."Cole smiled. It was a good smile. Practiced and easy. "I'm aware of the terms."His eyes moved to me again and
Nickie’s POVThe dress Leon had picked for me was cream colored and fitted and probably cost more than three months of my old rent. I stood in front of the mirror and barely recognized myself. I looked calm. Expensive. Put together.I was none of those things.The smile was the one I had practiced.
Nickie’s POVWhen Leon told me the board was meeting me tomorrow morning my stomach dropped straight through the floor.The cold fear from signing the contract turned into something worse. Something shaky and loud and very hard to breathe through.The next few hours were the closest thing to tortur
Leon Knight’s POVThe contract was signed.The girl with the death wish and the desperate eyes was now bound to me by twelve pages of navy leather and her own signature.She got what she came for. I got what I needed. A clean reason on paper for the next six months of financial moves that were goin
Nichole's POVThe silence in Regaleon Knight’s office wasn’t the respectful kind. It was the kind that precedes an execution.“I have two questions for you, Miss Chen,” he began, his voice flat, devoid of the annoyance he’d shown moments ago. He didn’t sit behind his massive desk; he perched on the







