MasukSam's POV
Upstairs, the library stood quiet, a space I didn’t have to share. It belonged more to me than anywhere else on the grounds.
Sunlight slipped through tall windows, brushing past rose bushes outside and washing over shelves made of dark wood. The carpet, thick and patterned, soaked up patches of glow while specks of dust swirled above it - busy, quiet things caught midair. A long table stood centered, built from polished red-brown timber, where I rested with papers stac
Gwen POVThey were laughing.Together.Back near the hall’s edge, I lingered behind a wide stone column. Voices drifted close - Ethan and Sam leaving the study. Quiet tones, familiar rhythms filled the space between walls. A remark slipped by me, unclear, then laughter followed. His laugh sounded like it once did when just we were there together.Fingers curled tight, gripping the glass stem so hard it seemed ready to break.How dare she?Who was she, anyway, striding from his office with cheeks bright red, a grin stuck on her face? Like she’d earned the sound of his laughter - like it was hers to take.Years slipped by while I eased into being Ethan’s go-to person. Not just a buddy - more like the quiet presence he leaned on without saying so. Through each meltdown, every tense meeting, those hushed talks past midnight - he knew I’d be there. Silence worked harder than words. Restraint shaped trust. A slow dan
Ethan's POVA relaxed vibe had been planned for the invite. Still, it came across a bit stiff.Was thinking that while tapping out the note via my assistant - home office, night closing in, talk shaping up around the next company we might buy. Not some official meeting. One voice answering another, going over figures piece by piece.Still, I saw it clearly.That moment stayed with me. Just us, no one else around. Away from meetings, away from everyone who usually looks on.She was someone I felt like checking on. Testing seemed necessary.It was nine-thirty sharp when Sam walked in - no earlier, no later. A black blouse, nothing fancy, paired with neatly fitted pants. Her hair fell across one shoulder like it hadn’t been planned. Not a single flashy accessory in sight, no effort to stand out. Still, the air changed the instant she crossed the threshold.My hand moved slightly, pointing at the seat opposite where I sat.&l
Sam's POVRumors race through the Sterling realm like sparks on a breeze. A whisper here, then everywhere - no warning, just speed.That second day broke quiet, the air inside shifted without sound - small things felt different, though only someone paying close attention would notice.Walking down the hall, I noticed nods from faces that used to look away.“Good morning, Mrs. Sterling,” one of them said with a respectful nod. “Sharp insight yesterday. We’re looking forward to hearing more from you.”A person halted nearby, close to where the east wing doors open, wondering what I made of how things are shifting lately across Southeast Asian markets. My reply came short yet weighed each word. He stood there, taking it in, not just waiting to speak. After a beat, gratitude slipped out, then he continued down his path.Some longtime leaders at the company started acting strange around me. Not long after, Mr. Langfo
Sam's POVInto the packed board room I stepped, next day at dawn, Gwen's voice trailing behind me, slow as rising steam.“You think you belong in there? Prove it - without hiding behind Ethan.”A sly grin carried her words forward - yet behind it, her gaze dripped poison. Not just testing me; she was waiting for me to fall flat. Every second felt like proof she expected nothing less than failure.Finding proof was never really my goal at first. Yet somehow I ended up chasing it anyway.Inside the big meeting room everything felt heavier than in the smaller one down the hall. A long table made of dark wood stood surrounded by stiff-backed seats covered in soft leather. Glass stretched all the way up one wall, showing rooftops and distant towers beyond. Quiet pressure filled the air like a held breath. News about the supplier issue had just broken last week, still raw. On the list for discussion now: buying another company fast - some on
Sam's POV“You can speak next time. If you have something to say.”A whisper from Ethan cut through the quiet, just for me, while chairs scraped and board members collected papers near the door. Warmth touched my ear as he spoke, triggering a sharp ripple along my back. My gaze shifted toward him - eyes locked in, deep, searching, knowing more than they should.A little nod, just enough to show I was listening. Then it came - quiet, without extra meaning.“I’ll keep that in mind.”For just a beat too long, his eyes stayed locked on mine, searching through the quiet mask I wore. Up he stood, then stepped off toward the doorway where several directors clustered.For a while, I just sat there, waiting as people left, sensing that tiny win from before still hanging around. GreenPath Logistics got the green light. The supplier problem was under control. Yet deep down, it felt like the hardest part hadn’t even started.
Sam's POVSmoke drifted slowly, just like Ethan's words stayed there.“We need to talk, Sam. No more deflections.”Just past the doorway he stayed, lamplight slicing angles over his skin. Tension held his jaw firm, muscles coiled like wire beneath fabric. Staring - unblinking - not mad but searching instead. Wanting answers buried somewhere behind my silence. Need pulsed quiet under every breath.Thump thump went my heart, louder than I liked.It wasn’t sudden, that moment hanging between us. Days had fed it - his gaze lingering past comfort, my quiet exits to hidden talks, replies I shaped like glass, smooth and measured.Even though I saw it arriving, that changed nothing.Slowly, I pivoted away from the window, hands resting light on my ribs as if holding something back.Late already, I thought. Ethan, I began, steady on purpose, maybe it is time to.“Stop.” His voice landed hard, cutting t
Sam's POVFinding me once more, Ethan showed up that night. The hour was late when he appeared again.A piece of paper sat on my lap, one of those official-looking printouts from earlier - just something to make it seem like I was busy. Right then, the space between us changed. The door opened with
Sam's POVA quiet kind of joy filled the air as tea sat waiting among roses under glass. Sunlight slipped through leaves, touching porcelain with a soft glow. Laughter came in small bursts between sips from thin cups. Breezes carried petals just above tray edges. Moments passed like slow b
Sam's POVEvenings here always held some sound, yet by six thirty each morning, stillness nearly won.Through dim hallways I went, everyone else still under blankets. Dark pants on me. A loose gray top made of something kind. Not one name brand showing. Nothing shiny to prove my las
Sam's POVOnly when the walls stopped echoing did I move. Quiet filled every room then.Far past midnight, the house grew quiet, settling into its usual night patterns - faint steps from workers down long halls, a steady drone from alarms, now and again a groan from ancient floorboa







