Christine’s POVBusy with some work on my pc, the door to my office swung open as Linda’s voice filled the air.“Ma’am, there’s a fire at the Chicago branch site!” she blurted, clutching her phone so tightly. “They just called from the site. It’s bad.”My heart lurched, and I shot to my feet, knocking a stack of papers to the floor. “A fire? How? When?” My voice was sharp, but my mind was already racing, piecing together what this meant. The Chicago branch, my branch, or at least it was supposed to be until Grandfather started throwing around names like Francis and Lisa.“They don’t know yet,” Linda stammered. “It started near the scaffolding. They’re evacuating now, but you need to get down there to see.”I didn’t need to be told twice. I grabbed my coat and purse as I stormed out of the office. “Call the site manager and tell him I’m on my way,” I said. “And get me the fire chief’s number!”The drive to the construction site was a blur of honking horns and red lights in traffic. My
Francis’s POVI leaned back in my office chair, a faint smile tugging at my lips. The phone call with grandfather Fredrick still filled in my mind as I could recall the sound of his voice. “You’re in charge of the Nova project Vandross invested on now, Francis. And you will also manage the Chicago branch of Harrington” he’d said. “Don’t let me down. Make this family proud.” I’d assured him I’d deliver, my chest swelling with a mix of pride and I will try my best to not disappoint this time. Finally, a chance to prove I wasn’t just the family screw-up. This project was my shot at redemption in the family trust, and I wasn’t about to let it slip through my fingers.I stood, smoothing my suit jacket, and glanced out the floor-to-ceiling window of my office in a blank thought. Harrington Tech’s new branch in Chicago wasn’t just a building bigger than this despite it was just a branch, it was a legacy, a chance to cement our name in a new market. And now, it was mine to lead. I grabbed m
Christine’s POVI stormed into my office, the glass door swinging shut behind me. Last night’s humiliation at the Grand Meridian Hotel still felt fresh. Zane’s smug grin as he’d publicly made me feel less of myself in front of Mr. Vandross.I flung my purse onto the leather couch in the corner as my lipstick, keys, and crumpled tissue fell out of my purse. I gripped the edge of my desk, trying to steady myself. Heartbreak and rage twisted together, a toxic knot that made it hard to breathe happily. How could I have been so naive? Zane hadn’t just embarrassed me, he’d stolen my chance to secure Vandross’s investment, maybe my only shot at keeping my company afloat.I sank into my chair. The weight of failure pressed down on me. If I couldn’t build this company, everything I’d worked for, every sacrifice would crumble. I couldn’t let Zane win and see me as the failure he always imagined I am.I pressed the intercom button on my desk. “Hello, Ashley, please get in here.”A moment later,
Lisa’s POVI am pacing in my bedroom. My gut churned with suspicion, a gnawing certainty that Christine was up to something that could unravel the decent girl about everything Francis believed about her. She always act too perfect. But I knew better. I needed to let him see she was playing him, playing all of us. I just didn’t have the proof. Not yet.The room was dimly lit, the late afternoon sun filtering through the curtains. My reflection flickered in the full-length mirror as I passed it in my pace and then I stopped, standing in front of the mirror. I needed something concrete, something to hold up to Francis and the family and say, See? I told you she’s not who she pretends to be. But all I had were hunches.Suddenly, my phone buzzed, jolting me from my thoughts. I lunged for it. Adriana’s name flashed on the screen, and I swiped to answer, pressing the phone to my ear.“Lisa, you’re not gonna believe this,” Adriana’s voice came through. “I just found out Zane’s going out tonig
Christine’s POVIt was finally today, the day of the party Zane had invited me to, where I’d be his date. I stood in front of the full-length mirror in Evelyn’s apartment, smoothing the silky fabric of the deep dress he’d sent over. The gown hugged my curves perfectly, with a slit that revealed just enough leg to feel sexy. Evelyn, lounging on her velvet chaise, whistled low.“Girl, you’re going to stop hearts tonight and I’m sure your presence will make him fall harder,” she said, her eyes filled with mischief. “Zane’s got taste, I’ll give him that.”I forced a smile. “It’s just a date, nothing serious.” I replied as she winked. “I don’t think so.” She replied.I wasn’t sure what game he was playing, but I couldn’t afford to say no. Not when my company, my dream, was teetering on the edge of collapse, and every connection counted.The doorbell chimed, and Evelyn hopped up to answer it. “That’s your ride, Cinderella. Don’t lose your shoe.” She said. I slipped into the strappy heels
Francis’s POVThe door to my office swung open without a knock, and Lisa strode in. Her lips curled into a faint, knowing smile as she shut the door behind her.“Francis,” she said, her voice smooth and mischievous. “You look tense. Bad day?”My jaw tightened. I leaned back in my chair, my eyes narrowing as I responded. “Don’t play games, Lisa. I know what you’re doing.”She raised an eyebrow, pausing by the edge of my desk to trail a manicured finger along its surface. “Oh? And what’s that, exactly?”I stood abruptly. “Don’t act innocent. You’ve been trying to paint me as the villain yesterday. You’re trying to turn me into the bad guy so you can swoop in and take what’s not yours.”Lisa’s laugh was sharp, like glass shattering. She crossed her arms, her eyes glinting with amusement. “Oh, Francis, you’re already shaking in your boots, and I haven’t even started with you yet.” She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a low, taunting murmur. “You should know by now I don’t play small.