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He kneels beside Sophia on the sofa, takes her pulse, shines a light into each eye and murmurs soothing nothings while Margaret hovers behind him with a handkerchief. Then he straightens, folds his stethoscope into his bag and turns to the room with an expression of deep and measured concern. "Her levels are dangerously low," he says. "I am aSophia Collins had always known that the best way to steer someone was to make them believe the idea was theirs. She had used it on her parents for years. She could turn a request into a necessity and a lie into a misunderstanding and a selfish act into a sacrifice everyone else ought to be grateful for. Mila had once been the easiest person in the world to handle. That was what made the change so irritating. Sophia sat across from Vivian Huntley in a quiet café near the university library. She had suggested coffee right after their run in with Mila and made it sound like a spur of the moment idea between two women who had discovered a friend in common. Vivian had said yes. She was curious about Sophia but not because she liked her. Sophia was Mila's sister and Vivian wanted to know what had changed between Mila and the Wendells. More than that she wanted to know why Iris had grown so attached to her. "I don't want you to misunderstand me," Sophia said, stirring her coffee. "Mila
By the time Mila left the office she understood the audit far better than she had that morning. She also had more questions. The vendor accounts shared a single admin address but had different directors on file. The payment instructions had been changed shortly before the biggest invoices were approved. And a few payments had gone through with incomplete service confirmations. None of it proved fraud but all of it justified a deeper look. She emailed the exception log to Serena with the source documents attached and a note on which items needed confirmation before any conclusion. The answer came within minutes. Serena: Received. Do not share this outside the audit team until I have reviewed the findings. She acknowledged it and packed her laptop and headed for the university. She was halfway across campus when someone called her name. "Mila!" Iris was hurrying toward her with a tote bag swinging from one shoulder in a cream blouse and dark trousers with her hair in a ponytai
Cavan Wendell rejected the same report twice before ten in the morning. The first time the figures were right but the analysis had no context. The second time the context was there but a paragraph on the last page repeated itself. By the third revision Theo had stopped pretending not to notice. He stood in the doorway watching his friend pore over a document that would normally have taken five minutes to sign. "Are you going to reject it a fourth time or tell me what's actually wrong?" Cavan did not look up. "The analysis isn't clear enough." "It's a quarterly operations summary. It's not a doctoral thesis." "Then the person who wrote it should have made the argument clearer." Theo crossed the room and dropped into the chair opposite. "Interesting. You sound exactly like a man who spent the morning arguing with a woman in his head and decided to punish the whole company for it." Cavan's eyes lifted. "Don't you have work?" "Plenty. But watching you get more unpleasant b
Wendell Group was already busy by nine. Mila arrived with her laptop and the leather notebook Cavan had given her and a folder of audit schedules. She had spent part of the previous evening on the discrepancies Serena had assigned and she meant to get as far as she could before her afternoon lectures. The audit had grown. What began as a routine look at vendor payments had spread into procurement approvals and service confirmations and payments run under several overlapping cost centers. Some entries had been duplicated. Others had been approved by people whose limits should not have covered the amounts. Each one alone could pass as a clerical slip but together they were getting harder to wave off. Serena was already at the conference table with schedules spread in front of her and a red pen in her hand. "You're early." "I wanted to reconcile the payment schedule before finance sends updated figures." "Did you finish the supplier confirmations?" "The first batch. Three suppl
Mila had always believed the quickest way to lose control of a situation was to pretend it meant nothing to you. That was exactly why she refused to spend the morning thinking about Cavan Wendell. She had a lecture to get to and an internship to finish and an audit that was starting to uncover some uncomfortable things. A business competition had landed in her university inbox the night before. There was more than enough to keep her busy. Yet she sat at the desk in her apartment reading his message for the third time. Cavan: Let me know when you get home. I'd like to talk about what happened yesterday. She had told him she was home safe. He had sent another. Cavan: I don't think we should leave things the way they are. She had looked at that one for a long time before turning the phone face down. What did he want her to understand? That Vivian Huntley meant nothing to him? He had told her that already. That he had followed her onto the terrace because he cared what she tho
Cavan rubbed his jaw. For years he had kept his private life simple. He knew how to negotiate a contract and handle difficult people and spot when someone wanted something from him. Mila was different. He wanted to be near her. He wanted to know what she was thinking when she went quiet and why she sometimes looked at the world as though she had already learned its hardest lessons. He wanted to kiss her again. And he had no idea how to say any of it without making her feel cornered. "I don't want to make things harder for her." "Then don't make promises you can't keep. Just stop acting as though your interest is purely practical." "You make it sound easy." "It isn't easy. That doesn't mean it's beyond repair." For the first time since he walked in Cavan almost smiled. Theo picked up his pen. "One more thing. You don't need to be harsh with Vivian. But if she takes your family's hospitality as encouragement you have to set a limit." "I've tried to make it clear." "Then be consis







