LOGINAna's POV
I had been at my desk twenty minutes when HR walked in and shut the door behind her.
"Settling in?" she asked, but her eyes were doing something her smile wasn't.
"It's going as planned." I kept my voice light. "The launch timeline holds. I'll have the full rollout deck ready by Friday."
"Good. Good." She sat on the edge of the chair across from me, like she didn't plan to stay, like she only had one thing to say and wanted it gone from her mouth. "Can I ask you something, off the record?"
"Of course."
She leaned in. "What is going on between you and Mr. Strauss?"
My pen stopped moving. "Nothing."
"Ana." Her voice dropped. "I have worked here for four years. That man flies in, signs things, flies out. He doesn't learn our names. And yesterday he canceled his entire schedule and announced he is staying. The day after you started." She studied my face. "And the way he looked at you in that conference room. Like he already knew you. So I will ask again. Have the two of you met before?"
Have the two of you met before. The same question he had asked me. Now hers.
"No," I said, and I meant it. "I never met Mr. Strauss until I walked into that room. I swear it."
She held my eyes a moment longer. Then she nodded and stood.
"All right," she said. "But people are already talking. Be careful."
She left. I stared at the door.
Talking about what? There is nothing to talk about.
I buried myself in work to drown the unease. Spreadsheets, ad spend, the launch calendar. I was so deep in it that I didn't hear the door, didn't hear the footsteps, didn't notice anything at all until a cup of coffee appeared on my desk, set down by a hand I would have known anywhere.
I gasped before I could stop myself.
He stood over me. Very close. The boss. Caspian Strauss, in a charcoal suit with no tie, staring at me with those dark blue eyes that seemed to take in everything and give back nothing.
"You looked like you needed it," he said.
"I... thank you." My heart was doing something foolish. I wrapped both hands around the cup just to have somewhere to put them. "You didn't have to."
"I know." He didn't move away. The warmth of him reached me across the small space between us, and I caught the clean dark scent of him, and something deep in my body stirred without my permission, like a memory I couldn't place. "Most things I do, I don't have to."
I didn't know what to say to that. So I said nothing, and the silence stretched, and it wasn't an empty silence. It was full. Heavy. Charged like the air before lightning.
He turned to leave. At the door he stopped, one hand on the frame, and looked back at me over his shoulder.
"You really don't remember, do you?" he asked.
"Remember what?"
He looked at me for a long moment. Something moved behind his eyes, gone before I could name it.
"Nothing," he said. And he walked out.
I sat there with my coffee going cold and my skin still warm.
Remember what? He had asked if we had met before. Now this. What was I supposed to be remembering? I would have remembered a man like that. No woman alive forgets a man who looks at her the way he just had.
I shook it off. I had bigger problems than a beautiful boss talking in riddles. I had nowhere to live.
After work I started the search I had been dreading. I had been in a hotel since I moved, burning money I didn't have, and the job had needed me to start so fast I hadn't had time to find a place.
So I sat on the hotel bed with my laptop and scrolled listings, sorting by the only filter that mattered. Cheap. Cheaper. Cheapest. Every one was a small box in a bad part of town, and I told myself it didn't matter, that I had started over from less.
Just then my phone buzzed with a bank notification.
I almost didn't look. Then I did, and my whole body went still.
A deposit. Fifty thousand dollars.
I read it again. The numbers didn't change. Five, zero, zero, zero, zero. Into the account that had held barely enough for one month of rent an hour ago.
The sender made my stomach twist.
Strauss Technology Limited.
My company. My new company. There had to be a mistake. Nobody deposits fifty thousand dollars into a new hire's account three days in. Bonuses didn't work like that. Nothing worked like that.
I didn't sleep much.
The next morning I went straight to HR before I even sat down.
"Did the company pay out a bonus?" I asked. "A signing bonus, a relocation package, anything?"
She frowned. "No. Nothing like that has been processed. Why?"
"No reason." I forced a smile. "Just checking my paperwork."
Back at my desk I pulled up the alert one more time and stared at it until the letters blurred. A mistake. It has to be a mistake. A wrong account number. Something. People didn't just hand me money. The last time a man had left money for me, it had been a few bills on a nightstand and a note that called me a whore.
My face went hot at the thought, and I didn't know why.
I stood up. I wasn't going to sit here guessing.
His office door was open. He was at the window when I knocked on the frame, his back to me, the whole city spread out behind the glass.
"Mr. Strauss. There's been a mistake. Fifty thousand dollars was deposited into my account from the company. I came to report it so it can be reversed."
He turned around slowly. He didn't look surprised. He didn't look anything.
"It is not a mistake," he said.
I blinked. "Then I don't understand."
"You just moved cities." He said it like he was reading a file he had memorized. "You are living in a hotel, burning cash you don't have. You need an apartment. A deposit. Furniture. Clothes for the role. The money is so you don't have to take the worst place you can find just to stop bleeding." He walked closer, unhurried. "Consider it part of your package."
I couldn't breathe right. Everything he had just said was true. Every single thing. The hotel. The hunting. The cheapest filter. Things I had told no one.
"How," I managed. "How could you possibly know all of that?"
He stopped in front of me. The corner of his mouth lifted, just barely, and his eyes held mine like he had all the time in the world and I was the only thing worth spending it on.
"I am here to get to know my employees," he said softly. "Remember?"
Ana's POV I didn't sleep.The number glowed on my phone every time I picked it up, and I picked it up all night. Fifty thousand dollars. More money than I had ever held in my life, and all I could feel was the shape of it tightening around my throat.The last time a man left me money, it had been a few crumpled bills on a nightstand and a note that called me a whore he had rented. And I had torn it to pieces. I couldn't tear fifty thousand dollars, but I could hand it back, and I would, the moment the building opened.By the time I walked into his office the next morning, my voice was ready.He was at his desk this time, sleeves pushed to his elbows, reading something on a tablet he set down the second I crossed the threshold. He always did that. Stopped whatever he was doing and gave me the whole of his attention, like the rest of the world could wait."Miss Voss.""I can't keep it." I laid my phone on the desk between us, the notification still open. "The money. I came to ask you
Ana's POV I had been at my desk twenty minutes when HR walked in and shut the door behind her."Settling in?" she asked, but her eyes were doing something her smile wasn't."It's going as planned." I kept my voice light. "The launch timeline holds. I'll have the full rollout deck ready by Friday.""Good. Good." She sat on the edge of the chair across from me, like she didn't plan to stay, like she only had one thing to say and wanted it gone from her mouth. "Can I ask you something, off the record?""Of course."She leaned in. "What is going on between you and Mr. Strauss?"My pen stopped moving. "Nothing.""Ana." Her voice dropped. "I have worked here for four years. That man flies in, signs things, flies out. He doesn't learn our names. And yesterday he canceled his entire schedule and announced he is staying. The day after you started." She studied my face. "And the way he looked at you in that conference room. Like he already knew you. So I will ask again. Have the two of you met
Caspian’s POV I knew her the second I walked through that door.I had told myself I wouldn't. I had told myself a man doesn't remember one face out of a crowded club, one night out of a hundred forgettable nights, one woman he left before the sun came up. I had told myself a lot of things on the flight over.But every one of them was a lie.It was her. The slope of her shoulders. The way she held her chin like the world had tried to take it from her and failed. I had spent weeks trying to drink that night out of my head and here it was, standing at the front of my conference room in a gray suit, about to sell me my own company's strategy.Anastasia Voss.I sat down before my legs gave me away because I don't stumble. Not in a boardroom, not anywhere. But the sight of her had reached into my chest and closed a fist around something I didn't know was still beating.She started her presentation. I heard maybe half of it.The other half of me was in that dark room again, her hands in my
Ana's POV I looked at the floor he wanted me to kneel on.Then I looked at my husband, sitting there so sure of himself, and I almost laughed."No," I said.His smile slipped. "Ana.""I will never kneel to her." My voice was steady now. The shaking was gone, burned clean out of me. "Keep your signature. Keep your house. Keep her. The marriage is dead whether you sign or not, and we both know it." I picked up my bag from the stairs where I had left it packed since dawn. "Nicole can go to hell. And so can you."I walked out before he could find a single word.Emily took me in without one question. She just opened her door, pulled me inside, and held me while I finally let three days of tears fall where no one cruel could see them."You can stay as long as you need," she whispered into my hair. "Forever, if you want."I didn't want forever. I wanted my own life back, the one I had handed away when I let Sebastian talk me out of working. So the next morning I sat at Emily's kitchen table
Ana's POV I didn't leave the bedroom for three days.The curtains stayed closed. The phone stayed face down. I laid on top of the covers in the same robe and stared at the light on the ceiling, morning into evening into morning again.Sebastian didn't come home.Why would he? He had somewhere better to be now. Somewhere warmer, somewhere that could give him the one thing I couldn't. I kept seeing it whether my eyes were open or closed. His hands on her. Her legs around his back. The way he had looked at the floor instead of at me.On the second day my phone lit up. It was Emily.I let it ring. My best friend would hear it in the first word out of my mouth, the thickness in my voice, the crying I hadn't been able to stop. She would come straight over with wine and soft eyes and questions I couldn't answer yet. I wasn't ready to be seen. So I let the call die in my hand and turned the phone back over.I told myself I would feel human again soon.Then, on the third evening, the front d
Ana's POV I had three weeks, one red dress, and one last plan to save my marriage. And I used all of it on a man who was already inside another woman.But I didn't know that yet.I checked my reflection one last time and smoothed the dress down over my hips. Deep red. The one Sebastian used to love, back when he still looked at me like I was the only door in a room full of windows. It still fit. I told myself that was a good sign.Two years. We can fix two years.The table at Lavelle was perfect. Corner by the window, the whole city glittering below us like something I had paid for. Two bottles of his wine, chilling. The lamb he always ordered without reading the menu. I had even called ahead and asked them to play our first-dance song the moment we sat down.I sat alone instead.Forty minutes. The candle burned down a full inch while I kept my chin level and my hands folded and my smile bolted on. The waiter came by three times with that soft, pitying face people make at a woman who







