ログインARDENRita's face went carefully blank, her expression smoothing into practiced innocence. "What are you talking about Ryan? I don't know what you mean."Everyone in the office turned to look at her now. The air went even more tense, charged with the electricity of workplace drama unfolding.Ryan tried to move toward her, his face twisted with anger and betrayal. "Don't you dare play innocent. You know exactly what you did.I told you things. I trusted you.""Ryan, I think you're confused," Rita said, acting confused, "I'm just a contract worker. I barely even have my first main contract yet. What could I possibly have done? I'm not important enough to do anything."Some people in the office nodded at that. It was a fair point on the surface. But others looked skeptical, their eyes narrowing as they remembered things. I could see them thinking about the team dinner, the way Rita had been fishing for information.But no one said anything out loud. Everyone just wanted this situation t
ARDEN I arrived at the office early, before most people had even finished their morning coffee runs, and headed straight to the conference room where Colby from Epic Games was already waiting. The meeting was short and productive as everything was finalized. The event would take place next weekend at the convention center downtown and I'd be attending personally to make sure everything ran smoothly from start to finish. Colby seemed genuinely pleased with my work, which was a nice change from Richard's constant criticism. "Your attention to detail is impressive," he said, closing his laptop with a satisfied click. "I've worked with a lot of marketing coordinators and most of them miss at least a few things. You caught everything." I left the meeting feeling good about myself. When I got back to the main office floor, something felt different immediately. Sarah caught my eye from across the room and waved me over with a grin. I walked to her desk and she leaned in conspiratori
ARDENI couldn't breathe or move. I just stood there like a deer in headlights while my brain screamed at me to do something, say something, explain somehow."Are you cold?" Lucas asked, noticing me shaking."Yes. The breeze—" My voice came out thin.He draped his jacket over my shoulders in a gesture that probably looked sweet and caring to anyone watching, and Jett was watching the whole thing. His face had gone carefully blank now but his jaw was tight, his hands clenched at his sides.The men he was with gestured toward the parking area, saying something about heading out. He finally broke eye contact with me, turned back to them, nodded at whatever they were saying. But his entire posture was stiff.I grabbed Lucas's hand and started walking fast toward where we'd parked."Hey, slow down!" Lucas laughed, stumbling slightly as I pulled him along. "What's gotten into you?"I forced myself to match his pace, to stop practically dragging him like some kind of maniac. "Sorry. Just eag
ARDENI stood in front of my bathroom mirror with makeup scattered across the counter like a small explosion had occurred. There were eyeshadow palettes in various shades of brown and gold with brushes I barely knew how to use properly and an eyeliner that had taken three attempts to get even remotely symmetrical.I was doing a smokey eye, blending the shadow carefully the way I'd watched in MyTube tutorials during my lunch break. The effect was subtle but striking, making my eyes look bigger and more defined. I had maybe twenty minutes before Lucas arrived to pick me up.I reached for the dress hanging on my closet door. Black, fitted, elegant. I'd bought it months ago on sale but never wore it because I didn't have the confidence back then to pull off. In my past life I would have talked myself out of wearing it, convinced myself it was too attention seeking and that people would think I was trying too hard.I slipped it on and checked the mirror. It fit well, hugged my curves
ARDENI hit send before I could change my mind or soften the rejection.His response came quickly: (Oh okay, that's fine. Take care of yourself though. Don't forget our appointment Friday.)Right. Friday. The genetic testing appointment. (Yes, I remember.)I set the phone down and stared at it for a moment. The uncomfortable feeling in my chest persisted but I deliberately pushed it away, focusing on what actually mattered right now.Rita and Lucas. The trap…and redirection.I thought about Rita and what she wanted. Rita didn't genuinely want things for their own value. Rita wanted things because ARDEN had them. It had always been about competition and taking what belonged to me.Work projects… Credit for ideas, Attention from supervisors, and ultimately Lucas. Everything I had, Rita wanted to steal.If I showed interest in Jett, if I started dating him or even seemed to be moving in that direction, Rita would immediately want him too. Lucas would become "the one Arden doesn't want
ARDEN That was the key. The Windsor project, I changed one scene. I won one presentation, made one good impression with the coffee. But I didn't rewrite the entire script. I didn't dismantle Rita's scheming network or think how far she would go to get what she wanted using anyone. I basically didn't sustain the villain energy needed to keep Rita crushed under my heel. So the script found its way back to the original ending with Rita getting the account because I didn't fight for it like a real villain would… I needed to think bigger than individual moments. Every action I took, I needed to consider the full ripple effect, what it would build into, who would end up suffering the backlash. Because if I wasn't careful, if I didn't actively and deliberately direct where the consequences went, fate would just grab whoever happened to be nearby. And that person might not deserve it. My mind went to Blair again and guilt twisted in my stomach like a knife. When I saved Daisy from thos
ARDEN The girl was still in the doorway. "So," she said. "I saw you needed saving so I saved you. We're even now. Square." "Thank you," I said quietly. She nodded like that settled it and turned to leave. "Wait," I said. "The bruises…and the band aids on your knuckles. Are you being bullie
ARDENWe sat there on the pavement and neither of us said anything for a long time.Then she spoke."I appreciate you not turning me in."She started pulling things out of her pockets. My phone first, followed by my wallet, nl and next she counted out bills, crumpled and warm, three hundred dollars
ARDEN"I'm fine," I bit out."Good." Lucas smiled but it was tight around the edges. "Because everything I said was because I care about you, Arden. You understand that right? I'm just trying to protect what we have."Rewriting history yet again! Historians got nothing on him. This man was genuinel
ARDENLucas started driving in a way that suggested nothing had just happened.The whole switch of personality at a snap of his fingers was one thing, but the fact that he could just start the car and drive and act like the last ten minutes were completely normal. As if threatening to kill your gi







