INICIAR SESIÓNThe office had emptied out early that evening, most people gone by six, and I lingered a little longer than usual finishing a report before heading down to the parking garage, my mind still half on numbers and deadlines rather than anything happening around me. The building had that particular hollow quiet it got after hours, elevators humming down empty shafts, the cleaning crew's cart squeaking somewhere on another floor.The evening air was cool when I finally stepped outside, the kind of early autumn chill that made me wish I'd grabbed my jacket from my desk instead of leaving it draped over my chair. I pulled out my phone to text Liam that I was heading out, my eyes more on the screen than on the street around me, typing out something ordinary about picking up dinner on my way home.Something made me look up.Across the street, half hidden by the awning of a closed bookstore, a man stood watching the building. Ordinary looking at first glance, hands in his pockets, nothing about
Neither of us slept much that night, the argument sitting between us on the mattress like a third presence neither of us knew how to address directly. I woke before dawn to find Liam already awake beside me, staring at the ceiling, his hand loosely holding mine like he hadn't quite let go even in the exhaustion of sleep, some instinct keeping the connection alive even unconscious."You're awake," I said quietly."I never really slept," he admitted, turning his head toward me on the pillow. "I kept thinking about what I said. About Elena's question, the one she asked over video chat weeks ago.""I noticed you were still thinking about it. You went quiet after you said it."We lay there for a while longer, neither of us rushing to fill the silence, the gray early light slowly filling the room around us, the city outside just beginning to stir. Eventually Liam sat up, running a hand over his face, and I followed, both of us moving into the kitchen without much conversation, the coffee ma
It started over something ridiculous, the way these things always seemed to, a minor detail that shouldn't have mattered at all against everything else already piled on top of us these past few weeks."You moved my laptop," Liam said, standing in the middle of the living room, scanning the counter and the coffee table like the missing device might materialize if he looked hard enough, his tie already loosened from a day that clearly hadn't gone well."I put it in the drawer," I said, not looking up from the dishes I was washing, tension already tightening my shoulders even before the conversation had properly begun. "You left it on the counter, and I needed the space for dinner.""I needed it for a call in ten minutes, Nina.""Then it's in the drawer, exactly where I told you it would be if you'd been listening earlier when I mentioned it before you left this morning.""I wasn't listening because I was on the phone with outside counsel at the time, trying to keep us out of a federal i
I hung up on Tom Reyes without another word, my hand still trembling as I set the phone down on the counter for the second time that morning, the screen dark and silent now but somehow still feeling dangerous."We heard you have information about the settlement. Care to confirm?" That was what he'd said. Not the company. Not the board. Me, specifically, as though I were a source rather than a bystander caught in the wreckage of someone else's mess entirely.Liam finished his call with Patricia and turned to find me staring at the phone like it might ring again on its own, my expression clearly telling him something had shifted."Nina, what happened?""He asked me to confirm information about the settlement," I said slowly, still working through it in my own mind as I said it out loud, trying to make sense of the details even as I spoke them. "Specific information. About the original buyout terms not matching the public filing.""That's a fairly technical detail for a reporter to guess
The morning started ordinarily enough, coffee and quiet, Liam more present than he'd been in weeks since our conversation in his office, something visibly repaired between us even if the larger crisis was still far from resolved. He'd made breakfast for the first time in almost a month, nothing elaborate, just eggs and toast, but the gesture itself felt significant after everything.Then Patricia called before either of us had finished our first cup."Turn on the news," she said, no greeting, straight to the point in a way that told me immediately something new had landed on top of everything else already sitting on our plates.Liam grabbed the remote, and within seconds a business anchor's voice filled the kitchen, calm and professional in that particular way that made bad news sound almost routine, almost forgettable."...a lawsuit filed late yesterday by former business partner Charles Renfrew, alleging breach of a prior partnership agreement dating back nearly six years. Renfrew's
The first missed dinner was easy to forgive. Liam texted an apology, something short and clipped about outside counsel needing another hour, and I told him not to worry about it, that I understood, that Meridian and the board and Sophie Marsh mattered more right now than a reservation at a restaurant we could visit any other night of the week.The second missed dinner came without a text at all. I sat at my own kitchen table with two plates and a candle I'd lit for no particular reason, watching the wax pool and harden while I waited for a message that never came. He walked in near midnight, apologized briefly, barely meeting my eyes, and fell asleep almost immediately, still in his shirt from that morning, his tie draped over the arm of the couch like something he'd forgotten he was wearing.By the end of the first week, it had stopped feeling like an exception and started feeling like a pattern, one I recognized from somewhere deep and old, though I told myself repeatedly it wasn't
The familiar vibration of my phone pulled me out of the first peaceful sleep I had had in days. It danced on the wooden nightstand, clashing with the smooth melodies of Frank Sinatra's voice drifting somewhere nearby. It all felt like I was in a dreamland but with someone banging on my head to wak
LATER THAT DAY“What do you mean you can’t make it?” I asked, knowing fully well I wanted her to hear the disappointment in my voice.On the other end, Amanda sighed. “Nina, I’m so sorry. Kayla had homework. I sat down to help her and completely lost track of time. I should’ve called earlier to let
The loud movement downstairs dragged me the hell out of sleep.At first, I thought I was dreaming when I kept hearing voices and strange sounds in my head. The sounds came muffled through the wooden floors, persistent enough to keep tugging at my consciousness until I finally decided to open my eye
“Wait a minute. Isn’t that the boss’s wife sitting right there?”My ears heard those words despite the loud music playing while I sat still with my glass of champagne in my hand. Honestly, it took a lot for me not to turn my head in their direction.I sat alone at one of the VIP tables watching cam







