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Good Girl At Work

作者: Oyin K.Stories
last update 公開日: 2026-06-15 17:36:04

The next morning, Vienna went back to the office.

She wore her best blazer. Her best blouse. Her best slacks. She applied makeup carefully, hiding the dark circles under her eyes. She pinned her hair back and put on her professional face and walked into Vance Industries like she belonged there.

Because she did.

Not because of Ezra. Not because of the auction. Because she had earned this job. Because she was good at it. Because she had spent fifteen years taking care of everyone else, and it was
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    The lawsuit was over. The board had been defeated. Elena was gone. Justice had been served for her father. Vienna should have felt free. She should have felt light. But instead, she felt restless. The kind of restless that made her skin itch and her mind race and her body crave something she could not name. She tried to write. She sat at her desk for hours, pen in hand, but the words would not come. She tried to read. She picked up book after book, but the stories blurred together. She tried to sleep. She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, while Ezra slept beside her. Nothing worked. Ezra noticed. Of course he noticed. He noticed everything about her. "What is wrong?" he asked one evening, finding her on the balcony, staring out at the river. "Nothing." "Liar." She turned to look at him. "I do not know what is wrong. I just feel. Restless. Like something is missing." Ezra crossed the room and stood beside her. His hand found hers. "Maybe you need something," he said. "Like

  • One Night With My Brother’s Worst Enemy    The Board’s Ultimatum

    The letter arrived on a Monday morning. Vienna found it on the floor of the apartment, slipped under the door like the photographs had been. Her heart stopped when she saw the envelope. White. Plain. No return address. The same kind of envelope that had contained Elena's threats. She picked it up with trembling hands. Inside was a single sheet of paper. The letterhead was formal. Vance Industries Board of Directors. The message was cold and precise. Ms. Cross, It has come to our attention that you have been in a personal relationship with Ezra Vance, former CEO of Vance Industries, during his tenure at the company. While Mr. Vance has since resigned, the board has concerns about the nature of your relationship and its potential impact on the company's reputation. We are requesting that you attend a meeting with the board to discuss this matter. The meeting will be held on Thursday at 10 a.m. in the Vance Industries boardroom. Your presence is required. If you do not attend, we

  • One Night With My Brother’s Worst Enemy    Silas’s Confession

    The morning after the trial, Silas asked Vienna to walk with him. They went to the park near the river. The sun was bright. The air was cold. Silas moved slowly, his steps careful and deliberate. He was stronger than he had been in months, but he still tired easily. Vienna matched her pace to his. "Thank you for coming with me," he said. "Of course. I would do anything for you." He smiled. It was a thin smile, but it was real. "I know you would. That is why I need to talk to you." Vienna's heart tightened. "What is wrong?" "Nothing is wrong. I just need to tell you something. Something I should have told you a long time ago." They walked in silence for a while. The river sparkled beside them. The city hummed in the distance. "I have been thinking about Dad," Silas said finally. "About everything that happened. The trial. The verdict. The justice we finally got." "It is over now," Vienna said. "We can finally move on." Silas shook his head. "I do not think I can move on. Not

  • One Night With My Brother’s Worst Enemy    On My Knees in the Dark

    The night after the trial, Vienna could not sleep.She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, while Ezra slept beside her. His arm was heavy across her waist. His breath was warm against her neck. He looked peaceful in a way she had not seen in months.But her mind would not stop racing.The verdicts. The confessions. The justice that had finally been served. It was over. It was finally over. But she did not feel the relief she had expected. She felt empty. Hollow. Like she had been holding her breath for fifteen years and did not know how to exhale. She slipped out of bed and walked to the living room. The city was dark. The river was black. The moon was hidden behind clouds. Vienna stood by the window and watched the world sleep. She heard footsteps behind her. Ezra appeared in the doorway. His hair was messy. His eyes were sleepy. He was wearing nothing but gray sweatpants. "Could not sleep?" he asked. "No." "Me neither." He crossed the room and stood beside her. His ha

  • One Night With My Brother’s Worst Enemy    The Voicemail That Changed Everything

    The voicemail arrived at 2:47 in the morning. Vienna was asleep, tangled in Ezra's arms, when her phone buzzed on the nightstand. She ignored it. It buzzed again. And again. She reached for it blindly, still half asleep, and pressed it to her ear. "Vienna Cross, this is Elena Vance. I know it is late. I know you do not want to hear from me. But I need you to listen. I need you to understand." Vienna sat up. Her heart began to pound. "I know I have done terrible things. I know I have hurt you. I know I have tried to destroy your relationship with Ezra. But I am done. I am done fighting. I am done running. I just want to be free of all of this." Elena's voice cracked. "I am leaving the country. Tonight. I am never coming back. And before I go, I need you to know the truth. The whole truth. About your father. About Ezra. About the board." Vienna's hands were shaking. "There is a file. Hidden in the wall of my father's study. Behind the painting of the sailboat. It contains everyt

  • One Night With My Brother’s Worst Enemy    Daddy’s Penthouse

    The penthouse felt different now.Vienna stood by the floor to ceiling windows, looking out at the river, and tried to pinpoint when everything had changed. The apartment was the same. The furniture was the same. The view was the same. But she was not the same. She had walked into this penthouse as a stranger, desperate and broken and hungry for something she could not name. She had walked out as something else. Loved. Whole. Herself. Ezra came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "What are you thinking about?" he asked. "I am thinking about the first time I came here. How scared I was. How I thought I was making the biggest mistake of my life." "And now?" She turned in his arms. "Now I know it was the best decision I ever made." He kissed her. Soft and slow and full of promise. "I love you," he said. "I love you too, Daddy." His eyes darkened. "Say that again." "Daddy." "Again." "Daddy. Daddy. Daddy." He lifted her onto the kitchen counter. His hands grip

  • One Night With My Brother’s Worst Enemy    The space between us

    Vienna did not go to work the next day.She called in sick. It was not entirely a lie. She had not slept. Her eyes were red from crying. Her body ached from the tension of holding herself together for hours while Ezra told her about her father. She could not sit at a desk and answer phones and pret

  • One Night With My Brother’s Worst Enemy    The Truth About My Father

    The Truth About My FatherDinner was a quiet affair.Ezra took her to a restaurant hidden in the basement of an old building, a place with no sign on the door and no menu posted outside. The host knew Ezra by name. The waiter brought wine without asking. The table was in a private corner, surrounde

  • One Night With My Brother’s Worst Enemy    What Happens After 5 P.M.

    The week passed in a blur of calendars and coffee and careful avoidance.Vienna learned the rhythm of Vance Industries. Morning meetings. Afternoon deadlines. The way Ezra liked his reports printed on cream paper, not white. The way he took his calls standing up, pacing the length of his office. Th

  • One Night With My Brother’s Worst Enemy    Lies I Tell My Brother

    Vienna sat at her desk for the rest of the afternoon and pretended.She answered phones. She scheduled meetings. She updated the travel itinerary for Chicago. She smiled at colleagues who stopped by to introduce themselves. She drank a glass of water and ate a protein bar from the break room and di

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