LOGINBy the time Rivera woke up the next day, the sun was already up in the sky. For a moment she lay still in bed, staring at the pale ceiling above her. Sunday mornings were different from the other days of the week. Even the house seemed to know it. There were no hurried footsteps in the corridors and no distant sounds of staff preparing for the day’s work because most of them get their day off on Sundays.She turned her head slightly and looked toward the window. The curtains were not fully drawn, and a thin ribbon of golden light slipped through the gap, resting gently on the marble floor.Rivera exhaled slowly. Her body still carried the faint heaviness of the previous night. Not from the wine, but from everything else; the dinner, the laughter, Reagan’s unexpected appearance, and most of all Clara.The memory of that meeting rose again uninvited. Her arrogance bothered her but not as much as what Reagan had said about her that evening at his office, that she was just a shield for Cl
By the time Rivera stepped out of the taxi and walked toward the front entrance of the mansion, the night had grown quiet.The welcoming dinner felt like something that had happened days ago instead of only a few hours earlier. The lights in the house glowed warmly through the tall windows, but the rest of the compound was calm, the gardens dark and still except for the faint hum of insects in the distance.Rivera paused briefly at the door. Her mind was not on the dinner. It was still on Clara. The woman’s voice, her mocking smile, the cold confidence in the way she had spoken about Reagan, all of it lingered unpleasantly in Rivera’s head.She had not expected the meeting to affect her as much as it had. She had told herself she did not care about Reagan’s past relationships, but hearing Clara speak as if she still had a claim on him felt more unpleasant than she would want to admit.She pushed the thought away and opened the door. The house was quiet inside too. Most of the staff ha
The two men did not say a word as they led Rivera down the corridor. Their silence was not unfriendly, it was the kind that suggested they had been instructed to deliver her and nothing more.They entered the building. It was an old block of flats. Faded wallpaper peeled slightly at the corners, and the elevator groaned with effort as it climbed to the thirteenth floor. Rivera felt the small lurch as it stopped, and the doors opened to reveal a long, dimly lit corridor. One of the men pressed the button for room seven, then he knocked once, opened the door without waiting, and stepped inside with Rivera.Clara was standing by the window. She did not turn immediately. For a moment she continued looking out over the city as if Rivera had not entered at all. The pause stretched long enough to feel intentional.When Clara finally turned, she dismissed the men with a small wave of her hand. The door closed behind them. Her eyes stayed on Rivera.“So,” Clara said.“Good evening,” Rivera gr
Reagan arrived without announcement. One moment the table was loud with overlapping cheerful conversations, and the next moment, everyone was gazing at him, surprised that he showed up. People adjusted their posture quickly like they were back at work.He wore a dark suit without a tie, the top button of his shirt undone, which somehow made him look only a little less formal.Daniel was the first to recover. “Sir,” he said, half rising from his seat, his voice suddenly formal in a way it had not been all evening. "We didn't expect you.""That much is obvious," he replied then he lifted a hand slightly to stop the movement. “Sit,” he said. “Please. Don't let me interrupt.”His eyes moved from Daniel to Tessa, to Chloe, to Marco, and then to Rivera. Then he stepped closer. “I hope I am not intruding,” he said.“No, not at all,” Tessa replied, though her hand had gone still around her fork."How long do you think he has been standing there?" Chloe whispered aside to Rivera."Let's hope i
The restaurant Daniel had chosen sat on a lively street in Manhattan. The design was minimal and elegant, but the bill was far less than that of Justin's restaurant.The meal she had shared with Reagan there had cost a fortune. When she saw the check, she wished she had looked at it before ordering. Knowing the price of that salmon would have encouraged her appetite considerably.Rivera stood in front of her mirror for the third time, adjusting the sleeve of a dress she had already approved twice. It was simple, navy blue, modest enough for a work gathering but soft enough that she did not feel like she was wearing her office personality. She turned sideways, then back, then laughed at herself.“It is just dinner,” she said aloud.Her phone buzzed on the table. It was Daniel. It read: We’re already here. If you don’t come, Chloe will order for you and she has terrible taste.Rivera smiled and grabbed her bag. On getting there, Daniel spotted her first and stood immediately, waving bot
Rivera let out a breath she did not know she was holding. Her face lit up in genuine relief. She presses a hand briefly to her chest, laughing to hide the quick jump of her pulse.“You really need to stop sneaking up on me. I’m beginning to think it’s a habit,” she said.“I walked in a straight line toward you,” he replied mildly. “You were just very focused on your phone.” He gestures lightly toward the screen still glowing in her hand.“I wasn’t reading anything,” she said quickly, then paused and laughed at herself. “I don’t know why I’m explaining.”“Because you think I am observing you,” he said.“Aren’t you?”“A little,” he admitted. “You look so bored, even though you're surrounded by people and fun."She looked around at the flashing lights, at Lina still wrapped around Marcel in the distance, at the strangers moving like waves around them. “That obvious?”“Only if someone is paying attention.”And you are?”“I am curious,” he said simply. “You do not behave like the usual peo







