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CHAPTER 85: First big win
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SHE WAS NEVER HIS MISTRESS CHAPTER 85: First big win
ARIA'S POVVincent submitted my name four months ago without telling me.I found out two weeks ago via a formal letter on heavy cream paper addressed to *Ms. Aria Sinclair, Emerging Artist of the Year Nominee and a one of the hosts for the year* I read it twice standing at my kitchen counter still in my coat from the walk home and then I called Vincent and his first words were: "Before you say anything, the foundation's president specifically requested you after the Visual Arts Council panel and I was not going to say no on your behalf."I said a number of things.He listened to all of them and then said: "You're doing it, Aria." And I obeyed.The dress I bought for tonight is burgundy. Deep, almost wine. I bought it specifically because it was nothing like the green one from the gala. Nothing like any dress I'd worn when I was Dominic's fiancée or before that when I was Flynn's wife. I stood in the shop and looked at it on the hanger and thought: that one. Because it belonged to no v
SHE WAS NEVER HIS MISTRESS CHAPTER 85: Sienna's First Day
SIENNA'S POVRosa arrived at eight fifteen and Catherine assessed her for approximately forty five seconds before deciding she was acceptable.This was Catherine's little process. She applied it to everything and everyone with the same focused seriousness, the brief evaluative pause, and then accepted or rejected with complete conviction and no interest in revisiting the decision. At five months old she had already developed the kind of certainty most adults spent decades trying to locate.I, on the other hand, spent twenty minutes saying goodbye.I kept finding reasons to stay. Catherine's extra blanket was in the bag but Rosa should know where. The formula was measured already but the second batch would need mixing at a specific ratio. Catherine had been a little fussy around three in the afternoon lately, not distressed just particular about the angle she was held at.Rosa listened to all of it with the patient attention of someone who had heard every version of this conversation b
SHE WAS NEVER HIS MISTRESS CHAPTER 84: Dominic at the Edge
DOMINIC'S POVThe quarterly infrastructure deal closed on a Tuesday and my team celebrated in the conference room with champagne I'd approved the budget for and didn't drink.I shook the right hands, said the right things, gave credit where it was due, which wasn't difficult because my team had genuinely done the work and I was not the kind of man who took credit he hadn't earned. I smiled at the correct moments, answered the right questions, performed the version of myself the room required, and then I got in the car and told Marcus to drive slowly.Nobody in any meeting had looked at me with anything other than the usual professional attention.I was very good at this. Performing competence had been built into me since I was eighteen years old and the alternative was going back to South Boston with nothing to show for the scholarship, the years of not sleeping and the hunger that had gotten me out in the first place. You didn't unlearn that. It became the operating system underneath
SHE WAS NEVER HIS MISTRESS Chapter 83: What You Don't Qualify
Aria's POV"The show title," Clara Reyes said, looking down at her notes. "Raw Meridian. Can you talk about that choice?"It was fourteen days left now. I had counted them that morning while brushing my teeth. Fourteen days to the gala and I was sitting at a panel table in the Pearl District in front of forty people who were all looking at me like I had answers, which was either true or the most convincing performance I had ever given.Probably both.The Oregon Visual Arts Council headquarters smelled like good coffee, fresh paint and the ambition of a room full of people who cared deeply about something that the rest of the world treated as optional. I had been in rooms like this my whole career. I had always been in the audience before.I adjusted the microphone."A meridian is a reference line," I said. "Something you measure from. Not the destination or the starting point. Just the line that tells you where everything else sits in relation to it." I paused. "The work in this sho
SHE WAS NEVER HIS MISTRESS Chapter 82: The Thing About Silence
Flynn's POV. "Tell me what happened."Dr. Wren's office looked the same as it always did. The same grey chair, same plant in the corner that had no business being as healthy as it was and the same quality of quiet that existed nowhere else in my life. I had always found it either deeply settling or deeply exposing depending on the day.Today it was both.I told her everything.I told it without editing anything. That part was harder than the telling itself. Dr. Wren had spent one year teaching me the difference between recounting something and performing it. I still had to catch myself mid sentence sometimes, still had to pull back from the version that made me look better or worse than the plain facts did.She listened without interrupting.When I finished, the office was quiet for a moment. "What's the argument for telling her?" Dr. Wren said."She deserves to know.""And against?"I looked at my hands. "She is eighteen days out from the most important professional moment of her
SHE WAS NEVER HIS MISTRESS CHAPTER 81: The Morning After
ARIA'S POVThe first thing I was aware of was the light.The light that came from the curtains were too bright. I did not recognise this room, I had to spend three full seconds placing where I was before I remembered why I didn't recognize it.Right.The second thing I was aware of was my head.It was making a very serious argument for never consuming alcohol again, a full-body argument, the kind that involved my temples, the back of my eyes and a general suggestion from my stomach that things were about to become urgent. I tried to sit up.My body registered this as a personal insult.I made it to the edge of the bed anyway because I didn't have a choice and I was trying to figure out where the bathroom was when my foot hit something on the floor.A bucket. Placed with deliberate, specific care right at the side of the bed. I quickly grabbed and used it. It felt like I just puked my whole stomach out. Once the worst of it had passed, I sat on the edge of the hotel bed with my hair
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