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A Welcome, Interrupted

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Logan

The moment Isabella walked out of my office, I smacked my forehead with the heel of my hand. What the hell was I thinking?

It wasnโ€™t like me to lose my coolโ€”or my focusโ€”but there I was, sitting at my desk, replaying the moment like a bad movie.

Do you have a boyfriend?

I wasnโ€™t even sure why Iโ€™d asked. The question had slipped out before I could stop it.

Now, she probably thought I was some kind of creep. Fantastic. Just what I needed on top of an already chaotic day.

I leaned back in my chair, exhaling slowly, trying to shake off the discomfort. It wasnโ€™t like me to fumble, especially not around someone like Isabella. Derek walked in, carrying a folder. He placed it on my desk with a decisive thud, oblivious to my inner turmoil.

โ€œWe need to finalize the influencers for the next advertising campaign,โ€ he began, launching into a rundown of the options. โ€œThese are the top contenders based on reach and engagement metrics. I think we shouldโ€”โ€

โ€œHmm,โ€ I said absently, my eyes drifting
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  • Never meant to beย ย ย  A Little Too Curious

    Isabellaโ€œSo, Isabella,โ€ Amy said, leaning just slightly toward me with her wine glass poised elegantly in hand. โ€œWhatโ€™s your story?"I hesitated, trying to muster a polite response. โ€œItโ€™s nothing too exciting,โ€ I said, brushing it off.But Amy wasnโ€™t letting go. โ€œOh, come on! Youโ€™re young, beautiful, and clearly a catch. Spill the beans!โ€I glanced at Logan, who sat across the table, swirling the wine in his glass with a casual ease. His eyes flicked to me, sharp and amused, as if he were enjoying watching me squirm.Amyโ€™s expectant smile was impossible to ignore, so I finally relented. โ€œWell, if you must know... I was seeing someone from my previous office.โ€Amyโ€™s eyes lit up with interest. โ€œReally? Tell me more!โ€I sighed inwardly, resigned to giving her just enough to satisfy her curiosity. โ€œHis name is Carlson. He was a colleague, and weโ€™d known each other for about a year before we started dating. Itโ€™s been... six months now.โ€Amy tilted her head, her smile unwavering but her ey

    ์ตœ์‹  ์—…๋ฐ์ดํŠธ : 2024-11-28
  • Never meant to beย ย ย Weekend Plans Crushed

    IsabellaFridays had always been my favorite day of the week, but today felt special. My mind buzzed with excitement as I thought about the weekend ahead. Carlson and I had planned a getaway to his lake house, and I couldnโ€™t wait to escape the endless grind of work, even if only for a couple of days. The day had started well enough, but my bubble burst mid-morning when Logan called me into his cabin.โ€œIsabella,โ€ he barked, holding a printed stack of papers in his hand, โ€œwhat is this?โ€I blinked, startled. โ€œThe quarterly report you asked for?โ€โ€œThis isnโ€™t a quarterly report,โ€ he snapped. โ€œItโ€™s a mess. The format is all wrong, the data is incomplete, and worst of all, itโ€™s not even your job to make this report! Itโ€™s the responsibility of the data analytics team.โ€I felt a chill creep up my spine. โ€œI... I thoughtโ€”โ€โ€œWhere did you get the data?โ€ he interrupted, his tone sharp.I swallowed hard, fumbling for words. โ€œAmy told me the files were in the shared drive under โ€˜Q2 Summary.โ€™ I used

    ์ตœ์‹  ์—…๋ฐ์ดํŠธ : 2024-11-28
  • Never meant to beย ย ย Conversations on the Road

    IsabellaThe hum of the carโ€™s engine filled the silence as I sat beside Logan, staring out of the window. The city lights blurred into streaks of gold and white against the darkening sky. Despite the comfortable leather seat and the soothing quiet, I felt anything but relaxed.My phone buzzed on my lap, lighting up with another message from Carl.This time, it was a photo of the lake house: sun-kissed, idyllic, with sparkling water in the background. Grace and a few other familiar faces were there, laughing, glasses in hand. My stomach twisted as I stared at the image. When did he invite all these people? I thought it was supposed to be our weekend.I typed out a quick reply: "Looks great. Have fun."Almost immediately, his response came: "Missing you."I hesitated, unsure how to respond, but before I could type anything, another photo came through, this one of Carl sitting close to Grace on the deck. It was innocent enough, but something about it made me uneasy.I tucked my phone awa

    ์ตœ์‹  ์—…๋ฐ์ดํŠธ : 2024-11-29
  • Never meant to beย ย ย The Dinner

    High School, 2016IsabellaThe sound of the school bell echoed down the crowded hallway, signaling the end of another exhausting day. My arms were laden with books and the oversized poster board that carried my carefully assembled science project. Weeks of research and late nights had gone into thisโ€”the diagrams meticulously labeled, the findings summarized in clean, neat handwriting. For once, I was proud of something Iโ€™d done, and I couldnโ€™t wait to present it in class tomorrow.The late afternoon sun shone weakly as I stepped out of the building. The courtyard was bustling with students, some loitering by the steps, others heading to their buses. I kept my head down, weaving through the crowd toward the parking lot where my grandmother would be waiting.โ€œHey, clumsy!โ€The voice froze me in my tracks. I didnโ€™t have to look to know who it was.Logan Sinclair.I quickened my pace, clutching my project tighter. Maybe if I ignored him, heโ€™d let it go this time.โ€œWhereโ€™re you going, Isab

    ์ตœ์‹  ์—…๋ฐ์ดํŠธ : 2024-11-29
  • Never meant to beย ย ย In Step

    IsabellaThe hallway outside the conference room buzzed with the usual energyโ€”voices rising and falling, the hurried click of heels against polished floors, and the constant hum of muted conversations. I stood by the door, tablet in hand, glancing at my watch for the third time in two minutes. Loganโ€™s meetings always had a way of running over, but today his schedule was particularly unforgiving. If he didnโ€™t wrap up soon, heโ€™d be late for the next one.I sighed, straightening my posture as the glass doors of the conference room finally slid open. Executives filed out, their faces varying shades of satisfaction and frustration. Logan followed.He caught my eye as I stepped toward him, and I tilted my head slightly. He nodded, understanding immediately, and fell into step beside me as I began rattling off the details of his next meeting. I had been working for him for six months, and we had established a silent communication.โ€œYour one oโ€™clock with the legal team has been moved to one-t

    ์ตœ์‹  ์—…๋ฐ์ดํŠธ : 2024-11-29
  • Never meant to beย ย ย Balancing act

    IsabellaIt was nearing midnight, and the office was finally quiet. My desk was cluttered with papers, files, and my laptop, the blue light from the screen casting a faint glow. My eyes burned from staring at spreadsheets all day, and my back ached from hours of sitting in the same position.Sometimes I wondered if Logan was torturing me intentionally. Surely, no one could have this much work piled on them in one week. Meetings, reports, scheduling, last-minute changesโ€”it was relentless. It felt as if Logan expected me to anticipate his needs before he even voiced them, a task I was getting better at but not without effort.I sighed, reaching for my phone. Carl hadnโ€™t replied to any of my texts today. My calls went straight to voicemail. Frustration bubbled up as I stared at the screen, debating whether to call him again.Finally, I decided to take a break and see him in person. If he wasnโ€™t answering, maybe it was time for a face-to-face conversation.The dimly lit restaurant was coz

    ์ตœ์‹  ์—…๋ฐ์ดํŠธ : 2024-11-29
  • Never meant to beย ย ย Nagging

    Isabellaโ€œNeed a hand with anything?โ€ she asked, her voice laced with its characteristic sweetness.I paused, glancing up at her. Amy had been unusually helpful lately, almost eager to insert herself into my workload whenever she could. The memory of her past manipulation still lingered in my mind, a quiet reminder to tread carefully.โ€œThanks, Amy,โ€ I said, keeping my tone neutral, โ€œbut I think Iโ€™ve got things under control for now.โ€She leaned casually against the edge of my desk, her glossy hair catching the light. โ€œAre you sure? I know people in every department. If youโ€™re stuck on something, I can get the answers faster than anyone else here.โ€The offer sounded genuine enough, but I couldnโ€™t ignore the undertone of self-serving intent. Amy always had a way of positioning herself as indispensable, especially when Logan was involved.โ€œI appreciate that,โ€ I replied with a polite smile. โ€œIโ€™ll let you know if anything comes up.โ€She hesitated for a moment, clearly disappointed that I w

    ์ตœ์‹  ์—…๋ฐ์ดํŠธ : 2024-11-30
  • Never meant to beย ย ย Disruption in the Routine

    LoganThe day began as usualโ€”or so I thought. My office door opened promptly at 8:30, the familiar sound of heels clicking against the hardwood floor. Except, instead of Isabella, it was Amy.Amy. With a smile so bright it was almost blinding and a cup of coffee in hand.โ€œGood morning, Mr. Sinclair,โ€ she chirped, placing the coffee on my desk.I looked up from my laptop, blinking in confusion. โ€œWhereโ€™s Isabella?โ€Amyโ€™s smile didnโ€™t falter, but there was a flicker of something in her eyes. โ€œI am helping her. I thought it would be a good idea to reduce her workloadโ€”she seemed overwhelmed.โ€Overwhelmed? Isabella? She thrived under pressure. And if she was overwhelmed, I would have known.I frowned, leaning back in my chair. โ€œSo, you decided to take over her tasks?โ€Amy gave a little shrug, trying to look casual. โ€œOnly her administrative ones. I thought Iโ€™d free her up for more important things. You know, like managing those Japanese clients and prepping the Tokyo presentation.โ€I picked

    ์ตœ์‹  ์—…๋ฐ์ดํŠธ : 2024-12-01

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  • Never meant to beย ย ย Epilogue

    IsabellaThe city lights shimmered below us, casting a golden glow over the balcony. A gentle breeze carried the distant hum of traffic and the scent of fresh roses from the garden below. It was quiet, peacefulโ€”perfect.I leaned against the railing, watching the world move beneath us, when two strong arms wrapped around my waist from behind. Loganโ€™s warmth enveloped me, his chin resting lightly on my shoulder.โ€œYouโ€™re staring,โ€ I teased, tilting my head to meet his gaze.โ€œI canโ€™t help it,โ€ he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the side of my neck. โ€œYouโ€™re breathtaking.โ€A blush crept up my cheeks, but I rolled my eyes playfully. โ€œYou say that like you havenโ€™t seen me a thousand times before.โ€Logan turned me around, his hands framing my face as he studied me with that intense, unwavering focus that always made my heart stutter. โ€œI could see you a million times and still not get enough.โ€I bit my lip to keep from smiling too wide, but it was uselessโ€”he always had this effect on me.โ€œBes

  • Never meant to beย ย ย Everything felt right

    IsabellaI never expected to see Logan at my home. But there he was, walking down the garden path like he belonged here, like he had every right to show up after everything.The evening air was warm, carrying the scent of roses and freshly cut grass, but I felt frozen in place on the patio. My fingers curled around the edge of the wicker chair, my heart hammering a little too hard against my ribs.His gaze found mine, unwavering. โ€œHi.โ€I swallowed. โ€œHi.โ€An awkward pause stretched between us before I found my voice again. โ€œHow did you find me?โ€Logan shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets. โ€œI begged your mother to tell me.โ€I raised a brow. โ€œShe actually told you?โ€โ€œShe made me swear I wouldnโ€™t make things worse.โ€ His lips twitched like he was trying for a smile, but it didnโ€™t quite reach his eyes.I exhaled, glancing at the empty chair across from me. โ€œSit down.โ€He hesitated only for a second before stepping forward and lowering himself into the seat.โ€œHow are you?โ€ he asked,

  • Never meant to beย ย ย Fixing things

    LoganParis was screaming.Not the kind of dramatic, crocodile-tear crying she used to do when we were together. No, this was full-blown, red-faced, glass-shattering rage.And honestly? I didnโ€™t give a damn.โ€œYou ruined me, Logan!โ€ she shrieked, pacing back and forth in my office like a caged animal.โ€œDo you have any idea how many deals Iโ€™ve lost because of your stupid lawsuit?โ€I leaned back in my chair, completely unfazed. โ€œI donโ€™t know, Paris. Maybe as many as Isabella lost when you spread lies about her?โ€Her jaw clenched. โ€œOh, donโ€™t give me that moral high ground bullshit. You never cared about her reputation before.โ€My eyes darkened. โ€œThatโ€™s where youโ€™re wrong.โ€I had let too many things slide in the past. Let Paris manipulate me, let her get away with her games, let her tear people down just because she could. But not this time. Not when it came to Isabella.Paris scoffed, arms crossing. โ€œDo you really think Iโ€™m going to let you do this to me? Iโ€™ll fight you in court, Logan. I

  • Never meant to beย ย ย Some life lessons

    Isabella -After a long moment, we finally pulled apart. My mother wiped her eyes quickly, as if embarrassed by her own vulnerability. I let out a shaky breath, still trying to process everything, when she suddenly said, โ€œIโ€™m divorcing Robert.โ€I blinked. โ€œWaitโ€ฆ what?โ€She sighed, rubbing her temples. โ€œIt was never a real marriage, Isabella. It was always an agreement.โ€ She looked at me, her expression softer now. โ€œAnd I donโ€™t want to stand in the way of you and Logan.โ€I stared at her, completely caught off guard. โ€œYou donโ€™t have to do that. I meanโ€ฆ I know things between you and Robert were never perfect, but stillโ€”โ€She let out a laugh, shaking her head. โ€œSweetheart, this isnโ€™t a sacrifice. Trust me, itโ€™s the opposite. I want this.โ€I frowned. โ€œBut why now?โ€She smiled. โ€œI want to spend some time with myself, maybe even figure out who I am outside of all this. And I want to take care of your grandmother. Sheโ€™s not getting any younger, and after everything, I think she deserves to ha

  • Never meant to beย ย ย Forgivness

    IsabellaI felt a lump rise in my throat, but I didnโ€™t interrupt. I needed to hear this, no matter how painful it was.โ€œWe fought all the time,โ€ she continued, her voice growing harder. โ€œHe would yell, and I would yell back. He accused me of trapping him, of ruining his life. And Iโ€ฆ I hated him for it. I hated him for making me feel like I was nothing, like I was a burden. But I stayed because I didnโ€™t know what else to do. I had you, and I thoughtโ€ฆ I thought I could make it work.โ€She stopped again, her hands trembling as she wiped at her eyes. โ€œAnd then he died. It was a car accidentโ€”drunk driving. Everyone thought it was so tragic. They pitied me, the young widow with a baby. They called us the perfect couple, the high school sweethearts who never got their happy ending. But they didnโ€™t know the truth. They didnโ€™t know how much I hated him, how much I resented him for everything he put me through.โ€Her words hit me like a punch to the gut, and I took a step back, struggling to proc

  • Never meant to beย ย ย A name unspoken

    IsabellaI froze, my breath catching in my throat. My mother, too, seemed startled. She leaned forward, her perfectly manicured hands clasped tightly in her lap. โ€œYes, Mom,โ€ she said, her voice softer than Iโ€™d ever heard it. โ€œIโ€™m here.โ€My grandmotherโ€™s eyes searched her face, as if trying to place her in a world that had long since slipped away. โ€œWhereโ€™s Matthew?โ€ she asked, her tone almost childlike in its innocence. โ€œIs he coming?โ€My motherโ€™s expression faltered, just for a second, before she smoothed it over with a practiced smile. โ€œHeโ€™s away for work,โ€ she said gently. โ€œBut heโ€™ll be back soon.โ€My grandmother nodded, seemingly satisfied, and closed her eyes again, her grip on my hand loosening as she drifted back into sleep. I stared at my mother, my mind racing. Matthew? Who was Matthew?My grandmother had said it with such familiarity, as if it were a name she had spoken a thousand times.The silence in the room was heavy, broken only by the sound of my grandmotherโ€™s steady bre

  • Never meant to beย ย ย The House of Memories

    Isabella -The gravel crunched beneath my feet as I walked up the familiar path to my grandparentsโ€™ house. The air smelled of pine and damp earth, a comforting scent that carried me back to summers spent running through the fields, carefree and untouched by the weight of the world. But now, the house stood as a quiet sentinel, its white paint chipped and its shutters slightly askew, as if it too had aged alongside me. I paused at the front steps, my hand resting on the weathered railing, and took a deep breath. This was my refuge now, the only place where I could escape the chaos that had become my life.The key turned with a soft click, and I pushed the door open, stepping into the dimly lit foyer. Dust motes danced in the slivers of sunlight that filtered through the curtains, and the air was thick with the scent of old wood and forgotten memories. I dropped my bag by the door and let my fingers trail along the wall as I walked further inside. The house was exactly as I remembered i

  • Never meant to beย ย ย Confusion

    Logan You could practically hear the tension crackling in the air.Amanda froze, her wine glass hanging in mid-air like she had just witnessed a murder. My fatherโ€™s expression darkened so fast, I thought he might actually explode.My mom, however, looked downright delighted. โ€œOh, this just keeps getting better,โ€ she mused, looking between them with the kind of joy only found in well-aged revenge.Dad, jaw clenched, exhaled through his nose before muttering, โ€œLogan, this is not the timeโ€”โ€โ€œOh, I think it is,โ€ I cut in. โ€œYouโ€™re really going to sit there and act like you have the moral high ground? After everything?โ€Dad stood, his eyes locked onto mine, but before he could unleash whatever dramatic speech he had prepared, Mom clapped her hands together again. โ€œAlright, thatโ€™s enough of that. Robert, listen to me, and listen well. I do not have the energy to deal with your nonsense. Approve this relationship. Let my son be happy.โ€Dad didnโ€™t budge. Amanda, who still looked like she regr

  • Never meant to beย ย ย Buried Secrets

    Loganโ€™s POVI skimmed through the annual report. Sinclair Industries was vastโ€”far more than just the gaming division I managed. My father oversaw several subsidiaries, and while I generally stayed out of his affairs, I made it a point to review the financials at the end of each fiscal year.But something wasnโ€™t adding up.I frowned as I examined the numbers for one of our European acquisitions. A massive loanโ€”hundreds of millionsโ€”was taken from a French bank. I hadnโ€™t been informed of this, and given the sheer size of the investment, I should have been.โ€œWhat the hell is this?โ€ I muttered, flipping through the pages.Derek, who was standing by the window, turned toward me. โ€œFigured youโ€™d notice that.โ€I shot him a sharp look. โ€œYou knew about this?โ€He shrugged. โ€œNot all the details. Just that your father took a sizeable loan to buy that European company. Itโ€™s been under wraps, probably because he didnโ€™t want questions.โ€I exhaled slowly, my mind running through the implications. My fa

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