LOGINThe problem was, every single one of my arguments had to get past one annoying fact first.He’d done it right.Bianna had gone in to pick them up. Not some unfamiliar Marco standing outside their classroom. Zach had used the authorization forms we’d signed. Security was there, but they hadn’t disrupted the kids’ routine.Damn it. I hated character development when it happened to someone I wanted to be mad at.“Fine,” I said at last.Zach’s brow lifted. “Fine?”“Don’t make me repeat it. Nice words are very expensive coming out of my mouth.”“Noted.”From behind the leather chair, Max’s head popped up again. “Daddy.”Zach turned.“I’m hungry.”“You said that seven minutes ago.”“I’m hungrier now.”Issa appeared beside him. “Me too. But I don’t want a sad sandwich.”“You’re not having sandwiches.” Zach glanced at his watch. “Lunch is here.”Both their faces lit up immediately.I rubbed both hands over my face. “What did you order?”“Lunch.”“Thank you, human menu.”“From Vesper.”I lower
He walked over to his desk, picked up the tablet, then turned the screen toward me. A preschool authorization message was already drafted, with two blank signature fields.My name.His.Not sent.Yet.I looked at it, then at him.“You waited for me to sign it,” I said.“Yes.”“Character development. I’m almost touched.”“Almost?”“Don’t get greedy.”A small smile appeared, then faded before it could fully form. Maybe because of my face. Maybe because he’d finally realized I hadn’t come into his office to fight.At least not at full capacity.I took the tablet and skimmed the wording.Updated pickup authorization. Marco De Luca. Northlake secure transfer. Parent approval: Arabella Gómez, Zachary de Sanctis.Our names side by side.I stared at them a little longer than necessary.Parent approval.I added my digital signature. “Don’t let Max bring Red Rex if Marco stops by Blackpine.”“Marco isn’t stopping by Blackpine.”“Good.”“If Max asks for a car snack?”“Give him one. Otherwise he’
He walked over to his desk, picked up the tablet, then turned the screen toward me. A preschool authorization message was already drafted, with two blank signature fields.My name.His.Not sent.Yet.I looked at it, then at him.“You waited for me to sign it,” I said.“Yes.”“Character development. I’m almost touched.”“Almost?”“Don’t get greedy.”A small smile appeared, then faded before it could fully form. Maybe because of my face. Maybe because he’d finally realized I hadn’t come into his office to fight.At least not at full capacity.I took the tablet and skimmed the wording.Updated pickup authorization. Marco De Luca. Northlake secure transfer. Parent approval: Arabella Gómez, Zachary de Sanctis.Our names side by side.I stared at them a little longer than necessary.Parent approval.I added my digital signature. “Don’t let Max bring Red Rex if Marco stops by Blackpine.”“Marco isn’t stopping by Blackpine.”“Good.”“If Max asks for a car snack?”“Give him one. Otherwise he’
An hour later, Northlake’s twenty-first floor looked like an office again.I made sure of it.The old executive records room had been sealed. The black laptop, the sticky note, the charger, and everything else on that desk were now in evidence handling under Claire’s supervision, Zach’s security team, and a forensic crew whose names I hadn’t even learned before they started putting on gloves and speaking in sentences deliberately designed to be boring.Emily was back at her desk after spending almost twenty minutes crying in the restroom with Marissa.The finance guy in the gray shirt turned out to genuinely just have a habit of staring at elevators when he got nervous.Sad, but not criminal.The elevators were running again under new restrictions. People could move between floors once their badges had been reverified. The executive suite was open. There were still twice as many security people as before, but they’d moved out of the middle of the hallway and gone back to being expensi
I stared at the sticky note, and for one second, everything else in the room disappeared.The laptop. Security. Northlake. Nathan’s token. The gateway. Daniel. The cloned badge.All of it fell away, making room for one name that had been standing in the middle of my life for months now in a pretty dress, a ring on her finger, and an innocence so complete it felt like a knife every time I thought about it.Fiona.Tell Fiona before we do.Something inside me just went very quiet.Zach shifted slightly toward me.Barely noticeable.His body did it before his brain had a chance to give permission, and maybe that was why I didn’t get angry.I turned toward him slowly.His face was blank in a way that was almost terrifying.Just Zach.And for the first time since this morning, he looked like someone who didn’t have a sentence ready.Good.Because neither did I.Tania stepped in behind me, read the note, then stopped so abruptly it felt like the air between us took the hit too.“Oh,” she sai
“I haven’t said you did.”“But everyone’s looking at me.”“Everyone looks at whatever’s easiest to see.” I glanced at the badge sitting in the tray. “That’s how tricks work.”“Your badge registered near the old executive records room two minutes before the session termination,” Zach finally said, his voice flat.Emily started crying.The tears came all at once, her face crumpling with the realization that the professional world didn’t care how many times she said no or how desperately she meant it.“I wasn’t there,” she said, barely above a whisper. “I’m scared of the records corridor. The lights go out all the time. I even asked Marissa to get a folder from there yesterday because... I know this sounds stupid, but that room is creepy.”“Valid,” Levi said.I glanced at him.He immediately looked down.“Wait.” Arun suddenly sat straighter.Everyone stopped.I was behind his chair in a second. “What?”He zoomed in on the badge-access subsystem log he’d managed to pull from a small cache
And then... the blue eyes I’d once punched found mine across the crowd.Oh, good.Just fantastic.If the universe had a sense of humor, it was definitely drunk.I didn’t know who moved first. Maybe not him. Maybe not me. Maybe the room just suddenly felt too tight, too bright, too full of people wh
Five days in the Gómez house felt like being tossed into an industrial washing machine: spinning, loud, warm, and there was always someone shoving food at you even after you’d just said you were full.On day one, Mamá had already rearranged my entire schedule like I was back in eleventh grade and n
The second-floor workspace looks like a bored Pinterest board: neat white desk, bookshelves, two monitors. I’m in a fitted black blazer on top… alpaca-print pajama pants on the bottom.Out in the hallway, just beyond the half-closed door, the sound of running shakes the corridor.“SUPER MAX WILL SA
I sat on a slick wooden bench on a Boston sidewalk, my watch telling me it was well past midnight, and the only things keeping me company were a streetlamp and the constant buzz of phone notifications going off like a curse.My boyfriend was being kissed by an influencer on a five-inch screen.I st







