LOGINJaceValentina is avoiding me.She claims it's because we're in a "professional space" and the thought of someone seeing us together makes her uncomfortable. That we need to maintain boundaries in front of the team.But I'm not stupid. I can tell it's more than that.The way she won't quite meet my eyes. The way she positions herself on the opposite side of every room. The careful distance she maintains whenever we have to interact.Something shifted last night when we heard that sound in the trees. We never found out what it wasâprobably just an animalâbut the moment was broken. And now she's pulling away again.I kicked Noah off the retreat this morning. Had him escorted back to the city with his termination papers and a very clear warning about what would happen if he ever contacted Valentina again. The team watched it all happen during breakfast, whispers spreading like wildfire.Now we're gathered at the central clearing for the afternoon team-building activities. Some corporate
ValentinaThe camping site is beautifulâall tall trees and fresh air, cabins scattered around a central lodge. It should be peaceful, relaxing even.Instead, it's awkward as hell.Jace and I barely spoke during the drive here this morning. Just professional exchanges about the schedule, the workshop agenda, logistical details. None of the easy banter from yesterday. No teasing. No personal conversation.Just cold, painful distance.Maria is in full ass-kissing mode, hovering around Jace constantly with coffee refills and unnecessary updates and that simpering smile that makes me want to scream."Mr. Norman, I organized the team-building activities exactly as you requestedâ"He walks past her without acknowledgment."Mr. Norman, the afternoon session materials are readyâ"He barely glances at her.She shoots me a venomous look like it's somehow my fault he's ignoring her.The day drags on. Workshop sessions, team activities, networking lunch. I take notes, coordinate logistics, maintai
JaceValentina disappears into the bathroom and I hear the shower start.I pull out my phone and dial Marcusâmy actual competent back up assistantâbut it goes to voicemail. Of course. Which means I have to call Maria.She picks up on the second ring. "Mr. Norman?""The schedule for tomorrow's leadership workshop," I say without preamble. "Make sure the team is prepped and ready by eight AM. I want the presentation materials distributed, coffee and breakfast arranged, and the conference room set up exactly as outlined in Miss Vega's notes.""Of course, sir. And where will you and Valentina be staying tonight?"My jaw clenches. "That's none of your concern.""I'm just asking because if you need anythingâ""What I need is for you to do your job." My voice drops dangerously low. "If everything I just outlined isn't completed before I arrive tomorrow, you'll be looking for new employment. Are we clear?"A pause. "Crystal clear, sir."I end the call and toss my phone onto the nightstand.Th
ValentinaOne Month LaterWork trip supplies for Mr. Normanâcheck. My own materialsâcheck. Presentation files backed up in three separate locationsâcheck. Itinerary printed and organizedâcheck.I'm in the office, checking off my list for what feels like the hundredth time.A knock sounds at the door.Before I can say "come in," it swings open.Noah.My jaw clenches automatically. Of course he didn't wait for permission."Valentina!" His smile is too bright, too friendly. "I just wanted to apologize again for last week. The coffee incident."He steps closer.I stand my ground, fists clenching at my sides. "It's fine. You don't need to apologize again.""No, no, I feel terrible." Another step. "Let me make it up to you. Maybe dinner? Or drinks?"He's never been direct about it. Never outright harassed me in a way I could report. It's always subtleâbumping into me in the hallway, spilling things on me and using it as an excuse to touch me while "helping," tripping and grabbing my chest f
Valentina"I don't know what you're talking about."His eyes narrow, studying my face like he's trying to read something written beneath my skin.I hold his gaze even though my heart is racing, pounding so hard I'm sure he can hear it. I cross my arms, trying to look casual. Unaffected.He steps closer.My breath catches. I force myself not to back away, not to show any sign of weakness or fear or whatever emotion is currently making my pulse spike."What's going on between you and Noah?" he repeats, his voice low and commanding."Nothing." The word comes out too quickly. "There's nothing going on.""I don't believe you.""That's your problem, not mine.""Valentinaâ""You said you'd only ask once." I lift my chin defiantly. "You asked. I answered. That should be the end of it."His jaw clenches. "I asked because I need to know if one of my employees is beingâ""I'm fine. Noah's fine. Everything's fine." I'm talking too fast, being too defensive, and I can see him picking up on every t
JaceThe room goes silent.That thick, suffocating kind of silence where everyone's thinking the same thing but no one wants to say it out loud.Isabella's smile vanishes completely, replaced by something cold and hard. Rae's hand moves protectively to her swollen belly, her other hand reaching for Gray's automatically. Valentina looks between all of us, confusion written across her face as she tries to piece together what just shifted in the atmosphere.Gray's expression has gone completely cold. The warmth from moments agoâthe teasing, the easy camaraderieâit's all gone, replaced by the hardened version of himself that only appears when Edward is mentioned."What makes you ask that?" His voice is carefully controlled."I justâ" I run a hand through my hair, immediately regretting bringing it up. "I wanted to make sure. That it's still locked up. That there haven't been any... incidents.""Jace." Gray moves closer, lowering his voice. "Can we talk? Outside?"I nod and follow him back







