FAZER LOGINAdrian POVI sat down. Buttoned my jacket. Adjusted my tie. Moved the Calloway report from the centre of my desk to the top drawer, face down, beneath a stack of quarterly summaries. Then I reconsidered, pulled it back out, and placed it in the drawer beneath my chair where it couldn't be seen from any angle in the room.I composed myself and waited.I put the phone face down on the desk.Finally, the elevator chimed and the doors slid open ushering Isabella into my office. She wore white. A fitted sheath dress, sleeveless, cut to just above the knee. Her dark hair was pulled back in a chignon so precise it looked architectural, and her makeup was the kind of minimal that took forty-five minutes to achieve. She carried a small clutch in one hand. No phone. No bag. Nothing extraneous.She'd come light. Which meant she'd come ready.Her eyes swept the room the way they always did, quick, cataloguing, measuring the distance between furniture, the placement of objects, the things that we
Adrian POVThe thought lasted approximately six seconds before I felt sick.Because I could see it clearly and with strategic clarity that had made me excellent at business and terrible at being human. I could see the path: Evelyn devastated, leaning on me, the grief creating a proximity that my own efforts hadn't managed. I could see her turning to me in the absence of Gabriel, not because she loved me but because I was standing in the space he'd left behind, and proximity is a powerful thing when you're drowning.I could see all of it, and the fact that I could see it meant I couldn't do it.It wasn’t because I was noble. I wasn't. I was a man who'd spent decades treating people like variables in an equation, and the reflex to optimize outcomes was so deeply wired that I'd calculated the strategic benefit of a man's death before my second cup of coffee. That wasn't nobility. That was pathology.But the thing growing inside me, the unnamed feeling that kept me awake and made me resi
Adrian POVThe report landed on my desk at eleven forty-seven, buried between a quarterly earnings summary and a briefing on the Bangria corridor project, and it took me approximately four seconds to understand that the rest of my day had just been rewritten.Calloway had compiled it. It was two pages and had zero embellishment. My head of intelligence had spent fifteen years at K16 before deciding the private sector paid better and asked fewer questions, and he wrote the way he thought. It was clean, verified, stripped of anything that wasn't essential.07:38 local time. Multiple coordinated strikes on the Ross compound, Highfields district, Bangria. Estimated three to four firing positions. Sniper-grade weaponry. Attack duration: approximately fourteen minutes. Ross security team engaged. Compound sustained significant structural damage.07:52 local time. Two-vehicle convoy associated with Rowan Brice approached from the south. Convoy intercepted by unknown third-party force before
Third-person POV"What is this?" Hart asked."This is the next phase." Margaret closed the folder. "Bennett Holdings is about to enter a period of rapid expansion. Green Valley Phases Three through Ten. New investors. New contractors. New partnerships. Evelyn is scaling faster than her infrastructure can support, and she doesn't realise it yet because the revenue from Phases One and Two is masking the underlying strain."She tapped the folder."In approximately three months, Bennett Holdings will face a liquidity crisis. Not because the company is failing, but because the pace of expansion will outstrip its cash reserves. Contractor payments will come due before investor capital is fully deployed. The Green Valley schedule will slip. Phase Three will overrun its budget. And Evelyn, who has just removed six experienced employees from her organisation and is operating with a depleted senior team, will find herself managing a crisis with fewer resources than she needs.""You're going to
Third-person POVMargaret closed her eyes, just for a moment. When she opened them, the pleasant, composed expression she'd walked in with was gone. What remained was colder, sharper, and infinitely more dangerous."That was careless, Gregory.""I was being fired. I wasn't thinking strategically.""No. You weren't." She stood and walked to the window, pulling the curtain aside an inch. Light fell across her face, illuminating the fine lines around her eyes and the set of her jaw. She looked out at the street below for a long moment, then let the curtain fall."Let me tell you something," she said, her back still to him. "Because I think you've lost sight of what we're doing here, and I need you to understand it clearly before we proceed."She turned."I have spent the better part of six years engineering a specific outcome. Not a business outcome, Gregory. A personal one. My son, Adrian, is going to marry Evelyn Bennett. That is the objective. That has always been the objective. Every
Third-person POVThe usual place was a private dining room on the fourth floor of the Ashworth Club, a members-only establishment in the old financial district where the annual dues cost more than most people's mortgages and the staff had been trained to forget every face that walked through the door.Gregory Hart arrived twelve minutes early because he was terrified, and terrified men tend to be punctual.The maître d' led him through the main dining room without making eye contact, past tables of silver-haired men in bespoke suits murmuring over brandy, up a private staircase, and into a room he'd been in exactly four times before.Each visit had been worse than the last. The first time, he'd been offered an opportunity. The second, he'd been given instructions. The third, he'd been reminded of what he stood to lose. The fourth, he'd been warned that the arrangement was permanent and that his understanding of this fact was not optional.The room was small, tastefully appointed, with
Evelyn POVI took a deep breath and adjusted the straps of my emerald green gown. The dress hugged my curves perfectly, the colour bringing out the richness of my skin. I'd chosen it, hoping that leaning into my femininity would make the crowd go easy on me tonight.I stared at my relfection in the
EvelynMy hands came up to grip his sweater, pulling him closer. The kiss deepened and became more urgent.His hands circled the small of my neck, pulling me closer as his tongue darted in and out of my mouth. Our tongues danced together, exploring each other’s mouths in a slow rhythm that left us
Evelyn POVI stood in the small backroom of the Crescent Harbour Public Hall, staring at my reflection in the long mirror. A woman looked back at me—one wearing light makeup, a simple, deep red dress, and her hair pinned neatly behind her ears. She looked calm.But inside, I was anything but.My he
Evelyn POVI walked into my penthouse bedroom with a heavy sigh and loosened my tie like it was choking me. My head had been pounding since morning, and the silence of the room did nothing to help.I shrugged out of my suit jacket and let it fall carelessly on the nearest chair. I was exhausted.No







