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2026-09-29 04:15:55Harvey’s POV
By morning the lie had already grown legs. My phone was a stack of messages I had expected and one I had not. The expected ones came from people who measured closeness in access: partners who wanted confirmation, a journalist who wanted a quote, two board-adjacent names who wanted to know if Daisy Reed was a serious attachment or a night’s miscalculation. The unexpected one was from my father, I got a text Richard Carlos: My office now and do not bring a speech. I dressed without rushing. Speeches were for men who still thought he could be managed with polish. I had told the entire ballroom I was dating Daisy. I had put my hand on her waist in front of Seth Ford there was no version of this morning that ended with my father calling it a rumor and moving on. At eight twenty-seven I walked into his office. He did not look up from the tablet on his desk. A photograph filled the screen Daisy in the crimson dress at my side, my hand visible at her back, Seth a blurred shape at the edge of the frame. Someone at the reception had been faster than discretion. “You skipped the Hale arrangement,” Richard said. “You refused a merger that would have settled five years of questions. And last night you answered those questions with an analyst who has been employed for a week.” “Yes.” He set the tablet down. “Is it real?” The truth was inconvenient. The lie was the one I had sold her in a car in the rain. “yes.” I said. “That is all the room needs to know.” Richard studied me the way he studied a balance sheet with a crack in it. “Seth Ford made a scene. His family will not take that quietly if you attached yourself to that girl to needle him, you have made her a target and this company a stage.” “She was already a target.” I kept my voice even. “I made the targeting expensive.” “And if she becomes a liability?” “Daisy is not a liability and I can take care of mine, I will not hand her back to the man who tried to drag her out of that room by the throat of her reputation.” Silence stretched. My father had built Carlos Holdings on timing and appearance he did not like variables he had not chosen. Daisy Reed was a variable he had not chosen. “Do not turn this into one of your crusades” he said at last. “You want to keep her in the story, then she better be competent. One mistake in public and they will say you lost your judgment over a woman who does not belong in those rooms.” “She belongs in those rooms,” I said. “That is the part you don’t understand, you have no idea who Daisy Reed is.” I left before he could turn it into a lecture about heirs and suitable matches. In the elevator I opened Daisy’s last message from the night before nothing. She had agreed, then had gone upstairs and haven’t texted back since. I typed, deleted, typed again. The story is out. If anyone at your office asks, you do not have to explain. If they press, send them to me. I sent it. Then, because the agreement had terms and I had already broken one by speaking for her once, I added: I will not come to your floor unless you want me there. Her reply took twelve minutes. Priya already knows something. I will handle my end don’t worry. She was good and sharp and still not trusting me, I do understand though it’s better than the alternative. By ten, Seth tried a different door. Not a call to Daisy. A call to my assistant, flagged as urgent commercial. I let it wait until I was alone, then took it on speaker so I would not be tempted to keep it polite. “Carlos.” His voice had the strain of a man who had rehearsed overnight. “Last night was a misunderstanding. Daisy and I have history. She was not well I would appreciate it if you did not use a personal situation to settle a business score.” “There is no score,” I said. “She is a woman you publicly insulted so stay away from her.” “You don’t know her. You met her just recently.” ”And what makes you say that? I know enough,” I said. “If you contact her from another number, if Beth approaches her at work, if either of you tries to turn last night into a morality play, I will treat it as what it is. And I si come for you both.” He laughed, thin. “You’re really committing to this. Fine. Let’s see how long a man like you keeps a woman like her before the novelty wears off. When it does, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” I ended the call. The novelty. As if Daisy Reed had ever been a novelty. As if the years I had watched her choose a smaller and smaller life were a preview I could now undo with a public sentence. I stood at the window and watched the city work, indifferent and loud. The fake relationship had done what I told her it would do. It had put a fence around her name. It had also put her inside my life, where I could feel the shape of the thing I was not allowed to want. My phone buzzed again. Not or Richard. A message from an industry chat I was not supposed to still be in, forwarded twice before it reached me. A photograph of Daisy leaving her building that morning. Practical coat, hair pulled back. Chin level. Caption already attached by someone who had never spoken to her. Carlos Holdings’ new weakness. I stared at the words until they blurred. Then I forwarded the image to legal with a single line. Find the source. Quietly. I did not send it to Daisy. She had asked me not to turn her job into a spectacle. She had not asked me to let the city write her into a punchline. At noon I canceled a lunch I did not need and kept the afternoon clear. If she called, I would answer. If she did not, I would stay on my side of the agreement and hate how much the waiting felt like the first life — watching from a distance and calling it restraint. It had never been restraint. It had been fear wearing a better suit. This time I had pulled her into the light with me. Now I had to make sure the light did not burn her first.
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