Masuk"I know about the board members," I said, the moment he set his keys down on the counter, before he'd even gotten his jacket off. "Okafor. Feldt. The attempt at Whitfield that didn't land."Liam went still for exactly one second, the particular stillness of a man recalculating a room in real time."Where did you hear that?" he asked, and his voice had already smoothed itself into something careful, something managed, before I'd even finished my sentence."Ralph noticed the pattern. I confirmed it with Patricia this morning." I kept my voice even, no accusation in it, just fact laid flat on the counter between us. "I want to know if this is what you were on the phone about the other night. The call where I heard you say I couldn't know yet.""Nina—""Don't," I said, gently, not sharply. "Don't do the thing where you tell me it's handled and I don't need to worry about it. I already know it's nothing. I need you to just tell me.""It's more complicated than a headline," Liam said, setti
I got in early, before the floor had properly woken up, and pulled up everything I had legitimate access to on the Meridian contract, board memos, vendor filings, the public-facing deal summary Patricia's team had circulated weeks ago. Nothing classified. Nothing I wasn't allowed to see. Just a woman doing her job a little more thoroughly than usual.Ralph dropped into the chair across from my desk around nine, coffee in hand, looking entirely too pleased with himself for that hour."Guess who Drew had lunch with yesterday," he said."I don't know, Ralph. Who?""Denise Okafor.""The board member who handles the audit committee?" I set my coffee down. "Why would Drew be having lunch with her? They've never even sat on the same subcommittee.""That's exactly what I thought," Ralph said, spinning slightly in the chair, riding the momentum of having actual gossip to deliver. "And it's not just her. Marcus Feldt too, on Tuesday. And I heard, secondhand, that he tried to get five minutes wi
I stood at the elevator a full ten seconds after the doors closed, watching the numbers count down past the lobby, past the garage, the specific frozen stillness of a person deciding not to do the thing every instinct was telling her to do.A year ago I would have gone after him. I would have caught the next elevator down, found him mid-call, demanded to know who couldn't know what yet, and I would have told myself that was strength, that chasing the truth down a hallway meant I wasn't the kind of woman who let things slide. It had taken me a long time to learn the difference between chasing truth and just being unable to sit with not having it yet. Daniel used to call it my "reporter instinct" like it was a compliment, right up until the moment he used it to explain why I couldn't simply trust him the way a normal girlfriend would. I still didn't fully know, some days, which parts of that were actually mine and which parts he'd talked me into believing.So I didn't chase him. I went
I woke before Liam did, which almost never happened, and lay there for a while just watching the early light move across the ceiling of his apartment, still faintly stunned by the previous night, by how much of himself he'd handed over across that table without once making it feel like a performance of vulnerability instead of the real thing. "You're staring," he murmured, eyes still closed, and I laughed, caught. "You're pretty when you're unconscious. Sue me." "I own several lawyers," Liam said, finally opening one eye. "I could make that happen." It was easy, warm, the kind of morning that belonged only to the two of us, and it stayed that way for exactly as long as it took his phone to light up on the nightstand, the screen turning face-up automatically the way phones did now, some small design choice that felt, in that moment, like an intrusion he hadn't invited either. He glanced at it the way he glanced at everything, quick, assessing, filed away in half a second, and
The restaurant Liam had chosen didn't have a name on the door, just a discreet brass number and a host who greeted him by name before we'd even stepped fully out of the car. He'd bought out the small private room upstairs for the evening, not because the occasion demanded it, but because it was simply how he moved through the world, reserving whole spaces the way other people reserved tables. I'd stopped being surprised by it months ago, even if I'd never quite stopped noticing it."No calls," he told the host quietly as we were led up the narrow staircase. "For either of us. Nothing gets through unless someone's on fire.""Of course, Mr Hale."It was the first time in three days I'd seen him actually close a door on the outside world instead of half-listening to it through one, and something in my shoulders loosened as the door shut behind the waiter who'd poured our wine and then left us entirely alone, no hovering staff, no phone screens lighting up on the table between us. Even th
"You don't have to take it," Liam said, watching my thumb hover over the screen, his voice carefully neutral in a way that told me exactly how much effort the neutrality was costing him. "I mean it.""I know," I said. "But I want to."He didn't argue. That was the part that still surprised me sometimes, six months into this: the version of Liam who ran board meetings by simply stating what would happen and watching the room rearrange itself around him was the same man standing three feet away, hands in his pockets, letting me decide how to handle his ex-fiancée without once reaching for the phone himself. A year ago he would have taken the call out of my hand entirely, out of some blend of protectiveness and habit, the reflex of a man used to absorbing every hard thing on behalf of everyone in his orbit. He didn't reach for it now. I answered."Hello, Nina." Camilla's voice was different than it had been in the conference room, softer, almost fragile, the practiced fragility of someon
“You need to see this,” she said, her voice breaking into laughter as she turned the screen toward me.I leaned forward slightly, squinting at the phone. “What now?”“Girl, they are dragging him,” she said, shaking her head, her tone somewhere between impressed and amused. “Look at this headline.
Deep down inside of me, I knew the quietness in this office wasn’t going to remain when Daniel arrived. I sat across from my lawyer, my hands resting on the arm of the chair like I needed something solid to keep me up. The clock on the wall ticked steadily, each second dragging, and I found myself
“Who is it?” My voice came out rough, because I had successfully finished a bottle of red wine on my own.The knock came again, this time loud and it seemed whoever it was had gotten impatient.I managed to drag myself up, my body resisting every movement as I stumbled toward the door, one hand lea
“Hello, Nina. It’s really nice to meet you.” Liam responded with a smile on his face.I could hear his voice echoing in my ears while my mind played back events from last night. It felt like my favourite memory had suddenly become a nightmare that I was living in.“What’s wrong, honey?” Daniel aske







