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Kickoff

Auteur: Maya East
last update Date de publication: 2026-03-31 22:32:49
Mornings in Oregon always started with rain that sounded polite.

Not Latin rain, the kind that came down like it was here to contest a will. The rain here tapped softly against the huge kitchen windows, like it was asking permission first.

I was already at the stove before the sun had fully woken up, flipping arepas and occasionally glancing at the laptop open on the island. My Northlake inbox was full, as usual. Claire had sent the final agenda. Ethan had sent a revised attendee list. Tania had
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  • My Sister's Fiance   Inherited Trouble

    Two in the afternoon in Oregon is always the color of a depressed rich person.Gray sky. Thin rain. Low fog threading through the pines. My glass house sits on top of the hill like a woman too beautiful to be honest, and usually that view is enough to make my head stop throwing glasses at the wall. Usually.I had barely parked before my eyes narrowed.There was a white G-Wagon too clean for a normal life, and a black Range Rover that always parked crooked like painted lines weren’t the law.My hand was still a little tight when I reached for my bag. The imprint from earlier on the steering wheel hadn’t fully faded yet. I shut the car door, walked fast to the porch, and the second the front door opened, the house hit me with sound.The twins screaming.Women laughing.A pan sizzling.Someone saying, “No, you cannot quote me on that,” in a tone that was obviously a lie.I stopped in the foyer.The family room was full of motion.Bianna was asleep on the big gray sofa by the window, half

  • My Sister's Fiance   The Price of Walking Away

    I couldn’t answer. It felt like my tongue had frozen too.“Do you know what private infrastructure clients hear when a vendor walks out in the middle of a transition?” He paused for half a second. “Not that pretty woman is stressed. They hear unstable. Under-capitalized. Not ready for scale.”My breathing shifted.“Two calls to the bank backing your operating line,” he said, “one disclosure to the insurer, one rumor wrapped in legal language, and your little Seattle expansion dies before the logo even makes it onto the glass.”I bit the inside of my cheek until the taste of iron rose on my tongue. “So this,” I said finally, “isn’t just you buying your way back into my life. You also checked my financials like a stalker.”“Due diligence.” His eyes never left my face.I wanted to laugh. I wanted to throw up. I wanted to smash my work bag into his head.Instead, I lifted my chin. “You think this scares me?”“No.” He held my gaze a few seconds too long. “I think it makes you stop lying to

  • My Sister's Fiance   One Slap Below Ground

    Two syllables. One nod. Then Zach turned his attention back to the deck on the screen as if I hadn’t just looked straight at the face of the man who had once wrecked my life and who was now, somehow, sitting at the end of my conference table with legal rights over the biggest project of my career.Cute.Ethan started talking again. Claire added something about documentation controls. Tania took notes. Arun shifted his laptop a little. Someone walked past in the hallway. The AC hummed softly.Every sound was normal.I hated normal sounds.I waited until Ethan finished wrapping up the session with some cheap corporate line about alignment and next steps, then stood before anyone could say thank you for your time.“My team will send the follow-up before five,” I said, voice steady, my hand already locking around my tablet. “Claire, I want the final escalation tree. Ethan, I want an owner list that wasn’t produced in meditation. Clear. Usable.”“Of course,” Ethan said, still wearing the s

  • My Sister's Fiance   Assessment First, Breakdown Later

    Ethan, a man seemingly assembled from spreadsheets and bad intentions, straightened on the screen. “Since we’re all here,” he said, his CFO smile as slick as a marble tabletop, “let me do this properly.”I reached for the bottle of mineral water in front of me. The glass was cold against my fingers. I needed something cold before my old instincts told me to throw a stylus at someone’s forehead.“Arabella,” Ethan went on, “this is Zachary de Sanctis. Principal behind the acquisition, chairman and controlling owner of Casa de Sanctis.”Zach had already pulled out the chair at the end of the table.He sat down like this room had belonged to him back when the building was still concrete and debt. His dark suit was immaculate without looking stiff. The watch at his wrist flashed once when he set one hand on the table. His expression was flat, almost bored.“Casa de Sanctis,” Ethan added, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on the room, “is the parent entity managing this acquisition.

  • My Sister's Fiance   One Thin Line

    The meeting settled into the kind of rhythm I liked. The part where the people across the table started realizing I wasn’t here to look competent. I was here to pry open everything they’d shoved under the rug, behind folders, and inside filenames that started with final_v2_real_final.They gave us additional access slots. Claire promised the final escalation tree before noon. Ethan said the cleaned-up owner list would be in within the hour. I told him cleaned up sounded ambiguous, and I hated ambiguous before lunch.“What if the service-account lineage slips?” I asked.Ethan laced his fingers together. “We’ll do our best to make sure it doesn’t.”“I prefer answers that sound more like commitments.”“Are you always like this?”“I get paid too well to be worse than this.”Tania turned slightly toward me, pleased.I knew that look.That was Tania’s face when she thought her boss was being pretty and a little poisonous. She liked both.For a few minutes, the meeting felt almost easy.Almos

  • My Sister's Fiance   Kickoff

    Mornings in Oregon always started with rain that sounded polite.Not Latin rain, the kind that came down like it was here to contest a will. The rain here tapped softly against the huge kitchen windows, like it was asking permission first.I was already at the stove before the sun had fully woken up, flipping arepas and occasionally glancing at the laptop open on the island. My Northlake inbox was full, as usual. Claire had sent the final agenda. Ethan had sent a revised attendee list. Tania had sent three messages, all with the same energy:(Boss, please don’t kill anyone if they ask for a scope change at the start of the meeting.)I poured eggs into the pan, took a sip of coffee, and looked around my kitchen, which, for once, actually felt like home again.Not a bunker.Not a guard post.Home.Bianna came down first, still wearing an oversized gray zip-up hoodie with sunglasses pushed up on her head. She yawned, opened the fridge, and pulled out Greek yogurt like it was one of her co

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