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A 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 l
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
Ethan's POVA sliver of light came from the desk lamp, while shadows filled the rest of the room. The laptop gave off a pale blue shine, cutting through the dimness around it.Far beyond midnight, yet sleep stayed absent.Back in the seat, fingers pressed to tired eyes. Forwa
Sam's POVA sudden call pulled everyone into the boardroom, time tight - less than sixty minutes on the clock.Footsteps ahead of mine led down the hall, though I followed close behind. That title - “moral support” - was what they handed me at the door like a visitor bad
Sam's POVThe wind shifted first, though no one noticed but me. A hush crawled through the walls while others kept talking. My skin prickled long before clouds darkened the sky. Quiet things spoke louder than thunder that day.A flash from long ago - clear, bright, sudden. Timing sn
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







