Emma’s Pov
“ I am suppose to meet a potential new client who had expressed interest in partnering with our company. I am used to these meetings, but what is Sam doing here?”
However, i was not prepared for the shock that awaited me when the door opened, and my secretary ushered in a figure from the past that have searched everywhere for to no avail.
“My breath caught in my throat as Sam stare round the office.”
He is looking really different now, his hair streaked with hints of gold but the only difference is the status. The Sam i know was not rich, he was just a common driver.
Years ago, Sam had been my secret lover. He was the P.A and also Jeff’s driver, he was there for me anytime Jeff is maltreating and bullying me. We had been seeing each other secretly and promised each other the world.
We planned to elope with Sam, but Jeff has eye everywhere and he knew about all our plan. Sam was picked and since then we lost contact and eventually Jeff served me a divorce papers.
And now, here he is, sitting right in front of me in my office, as though fate had decided it wasn’t quite finished with us.
“Emma,” Sam said, his voice smooth but tinged with surprise. “It’s been a long time.”
I was shocked, even while i pretended with my dark glass, Sam could still recognize me? I composed myself , my heart raced as i forced a smile.
“Sam. Yes, it’s been long.”
“The air between us crackled with tensions, the years of unspoken words, unresolved feelings, and memories that we both shared rekindled in my heart.” I have never been this distracted in a business meetings, but seeing Sam after a long time knocked me off-balance.
I could feel his gaze, and i wasn’t expecting that. I had faced competitors, board members, and industry leaders with ease, but this was different.
“I didn’t realize you were the CEO here,” Sam said, in a calm tone now, though his expression betrayed a hint of admiration.
I raised my eyebrow, regaining my usual poise. “Surprised?”
He chuckled softly. “I shouldn’t be. You were always the most driven person I knew.”
My heart gave a little flip at his words, but i quickly pushed the feeling aside. This suppose to be a business meeting, not a trip down memory lane. I need to get back to work and let not my emotions cloud my judgment. I need to make Mrs Williams proud and also elevate the company.
“So,” I said, leaning back in my chair, “what brings you to William’s Corp?”
Sam’s expression changed, and for a moment, he looked uncertain. He cleared his throat, clearly trying to compose himself. “I’m here on behalf of my company. We’re interested in partnering with William’s Corp on a new project. I didn’t know until today that you were the CEO.”
Hmmm. I studied him, and my mind working through the implications. It wasn’t just the shock of seeing him again that was unsettling, but the fact that the two companies would be working together. If our paths would crossed again after all these years, i wasn’t expecting it in such a professional setting, and also not this early.
“Well,” I said after a moment, “I think we have a lot to discuss.”
We spent almost two hours discussing business. Sam presented his company’s proposal, and i listened, taking notes and asking the right questions as a trained professional in the corporate world. But underneath it all, my mind kept drifting back to the past.
Sam had been a huge part of my life once. We had dreamed of a future together, though those dreams eventually drifted apart. Seeing him again now, after so much years, stirred emotions i thought i had buried long ago. I wondered if he felt the same, but that is so hard to know.. His demeanor was polished and businesslike, making me surprise and difficult to believe that he was the Sam i fell in love with.
The meeting finally came to a close, Sam stood up, extending his hand. “Thank you for your time, Emma Jones. I hope we can work together on this.”
I hesitated for a second before taking his hand. It was a simple handshake, but it felt like a connection.
“Thank you, Sam,” I replied. “I’ll be in touch.”
Sam turned to leave, he paused at the door, glancing back at me. “It was good seeing you again,” he said softly.
I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. “You too.”
Once the door closed behind him, I let out a breath i didn’t realized I was holding. I sat back in my chair, staring at the space where Sam had just been. It felt surreal, like a scene from a movie. I never expected to see him again, let alone in such a professional setting. And yet, there he was, the man who had once meant everything to me, now just a client.
But was he really just a client?
The rest of the day passed in a blur. I was going through the motions, meetings, calls, and emails, but my mind kept wandering back to Sam. it’s so hard to shake the feeling that our encounter wasn’t just a coincidence. There is something unfinished between us, something that had been left unsaid all those years.
In the evening, as i sat in at the balcony of my apartment looking at the beauty of the city, i allowed myself to dwell in the past. I sip wine from my cup as i settled onto the couch, my thoughts drifting back to years ago.
The following week, i received a call from Sam’s company wanting to move forward with the partnership, and a second meeting was scheduled to finalize our discussion.
I was expecting their calls actually, afterall their company stand to benefit greatly from the collaboration but part of me wish to avoid another face-to-face meeting with Sam again.
I was so nervous on the meeting day, i was feeling like a college student about to write exam.
As I walked into the conference room, I saw Ethan already seated, reviewing some documents. The sound of my heels drew his attention, he looked up as i entered, and for a moment, our eyes met.
“Emma,” Sam greeted with a smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Good Morning, Sam,” I replied, taking my seat across from his.
The meeting was straightforward. We discussed the terms of the partnership, negotiated the finer points, and by the end, both parties were satisfied.
As the meeting drew to a an end, and others left the conference hall, Sam lingered for a moment, his expression thoughtful.
“Emma,” he said slowly, “there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you.”
I raised my eyebrow, my heart beating a little faster. “What is it?”
He hesitated, as if choosing his words carefully. “Do you ever think about the past? About... us?”
Emma was taken aback by the question. I wasn’t expecting him to bring up that, especially not in such a direct way.
“I do,” i admitted, with a soft voice. “Sometimes.”
I don't think that is necessary, we have moved on, and am sure by now you will be married with kids as i do.
Sam nodded, his gaze intense. “I’ve been thinking about you since Jeff ordered my kidnap and paid me off from seeing or having anything to do with you, Emma i suffered and all that made me almost loss my Mum.
Emma’s POVI woke up to an unusual silence.I tried opening my eyes, blinking rapidly as sunlight was peeking into the room from behind the curtains, I stretched my hand across the bed, expecting to feel Jeff’s body beside me, but the space was empty.I sat up rubbing the sleep from my eyes, listening for any sounds from downstairs but the house was quiet, too quiet. That alone made my heart race.Slipping out of bed, I grabbed my robe and walked toward the hallway, "Jeff?"My voice called out in the silence, but there was no response.I checked the twins' rooms first, but their beds were made, untouched since the morning, that only deepened my confusion. Where had they all gone without telling me?I rushed back to the bedroom, grabbed my phone and immediately dialed Jeff’s number, it rang a few times before he finally picked up."Hey sweetheart." His voice was calm and steady, that was a good sign. "Jeff where are you? Where are the twins?" I asked, the concern in my voice was very
Emma’s POVThe house had never felt so heavy before.Even though the twins were back, safe and unharmed, a strange silence settled over our home, lingering in every corner, stretching between every conversation.It wasn’t the comforting quiet of peace but the unsettling silence of wounds too deep to be seen.Jason and Anna weren’t the same as well, I didn't expect them to be, if they were, I would be scared too.They had always been energetic, filling the house with their endless chatter, their giggles bouncing off the walls, their feet constantly thudding against the wooden floors as they ran from room to room.But now, they barely spoke unless spoken to.They flinched at the slightest sound, their tiny hands gripping mine or Jeff’s whenever they were startled. At night, they screamed in their sleep.The nightmares came more consistently, each one worse than the last. I would rush into their room, hold them close, whisper reassurances, but nothing seemed to help, I had never felt so
Emma’s POVThe warehouse loomed ahead, its rusted metal walls towering over us like the remnants of a forgotten war zone. The air was thick with tension, the weight of what was about to happen pressing heavily on my chest.The dim street lights cast long shadows across the cracked pavement, making the entire place feel colder, darker, more ominous.I tightened my grip on my phone, my heart pounding as I dialed Sam’s number. It rang once. Twice. Then his voice came through, laced with smug amusement.“Well, well, Emma,” he drawled, as if he were expecting my call, “Took you long enough. I was beginning to think you’d lost your nerve.”I exhaled sharply, keeping my voice steady even though my fingers trembled slightly, “This is your last chance Sam. Come out now, surrender. It’s over.”There was a pause, then a chuckle.“Over?” He repeated the word like it was some kind of joke, “You really think you have me cornered? That I’ll just walk out with my hands up, begging for mercy?”I force
3rd Person POV The air inside the apartment was thick with tension, the kind that clung to the walls and seeped into every breath. Jeff sat at the dining table, his hands pressed together, fingers interlocked, staring blankly at the scattered notes in front of him.Emma stood by the window, arms crossed, her eyes tracing patterns in the city skyline beyond. Ronan leaned against the counter, arms folded, silent but ever watchful.The three of them had spent hours going over their options, trying to find a new angle, a fresh lead, anything that would give them an advantage over Sam, but so far, they had nothing.It had been days since Sam’s last demand and the eerie silence that followed had only made Emma more restless.He had told Jeff to sign over Anderson Industries, a demand so outrageous that she had expected immediate retaliation when Jeff refused to comply, but instead, nothing.No threats. No follow-up. No new moves. Just silence.Emma wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a
Emma’s POVThe tension in the apartment was thick, heavy like a storm cloud that refused to break. The air buzzed with almost tangible electricity as Jeff and his team methodically prepared for the mission.Guns were checked, magazines were loaded, and communication devices were tested. Tactical vests were strapped on, each movement precise, and rehearsed.No one spoke unless it was necessary, their focus absolute. This wasn’t just a simple operation, it was a mission to bring the kids home and every man in the room understood the weight of that responsibility.I stood on the sidelines, watching them move like a well-oiled machine, but unlike them, my thoughts were restless.My instincts, sharp and insistent, screamed that something was wrong.I couldn’t pinpoint why but there was an undeniable sense of unease curling in my gut, growing stronger with each passing second.It wasn’t just nerves or anxiety about the danger. No, this was different. It felt like a warning, a whisper of imp
Emma’s POVThe silence between Jeff and me stretched long and heavy, thick with unspoken thoughts and the weight of the impossible choice before us.The air in the living room felt stifling, the tension so dense that even breathing felt like a challenge. I sat on the edge of the couch, my fingers gripping the fabric tightly as I tried to keep my frustration at bay.“We need to go to the police,” I said finally, my voice firm, leaving no room for argument.Jeff didn’t react immediately.He stood by the window, his hands shoved into his pockets, staring out into the darkness.The city lights cast a soft glow over his features, but even in the dimness, I could see the rigidity in his posture, the way his jaw clenched as if he were physically holding back his response.Then, finally, he turned to me, his expression hard, “No.”My brows furrowed, “No?”“No,” he repeated, this time with more force, “We’re not going to the police.”Anger flared in my chest. I shot up from the couch, taking a