LOGINMr. McKenney reached for his phone and dialed Annette's number. As the phone rang on the other end, he waited patiently. After a brief pause, Annette's voice came through, "Hello?"
"Good afternoon, my lovely Goldilocks," Mr. McKenney's warm voice greeted through the phone. "I hope I'm not disturbing you.""No, not at all. How can I assist you?" Annette responded, though her lack of genuine interest was evident in her tone."I wanted to let you know that everything's ready for our upcoming trip to Greece," Mr. McKenney's enthusiasm was evident. "A car will pick you up from your place in two days and take you to the airport.""I understand. I'll prepare accordingly, Mr. McKenney," Annette's response was composed, her voice lacking emotion."I must say, you could show a touch more enthusiasm about the prospect of spending extra time with me, considering I am compensating you," Mr. McKenney chuckled. "I assure you, Goldilocks, it's going to be an enjoyable experience. Ensure all your travel documents and essentials are in order; we're scheduled for an early morning departure.""I'll do my best, Mr. McKenney. Given that I have little choice in the matter, I'll make sure everything is prepared," Annette replied, a hint of resignation in her voice. The line went silent briefly before he spoke again his tone slightly irritated."Do you know how many girls would like to be in your position, Miss Annette?" Mr McKenney said in an harsh tone," I could have any woman I want in this city but I chose you because you look like a good fuck. But don't let that get to your head, I feel nothing, absolutely nothing for you so you better start behaving properly. Understood?"Annette had to take a deep breath to refrain from insulting him for his recent comment. She recognized that responding negatively would only escalate his anger, and she genuinely wished to avoid any unnecessary drama this evening."I apologize for my behavior, sir. I'm grateful that you took an interest in me," Annette lied, her voice strained as she hoped he would believe her and end the call."I see. I accept your apology. Just be ready when the driver comes; I don't like to be kept waiting.""Yes, sir. I will be on time," Annette replied, tension evident in her voice. The call ended, and as she dropped her phone onto the desk, she let out a frustrated scream into her pillow. All her pent-up frustration surfaced – she wanted nothing more than to express her anger at his disrespectful attitude. Annette wondered how she would manage his behavior during her time with him.Once her emotions had settled, Annette made her way to the kitchen, where she discovered Cassie in the midst of taking her medication. Annette pondered silently, "I suppose it's time to let her know I'm departing." With a sigh, she positioned herself at the table opposite Cassie, who looked up and greeted her with a gentle smile.Summoning her courage, Annette took a deep breath and took a seat across from Cassie at the kitchen table. Meeting Cassie's warm smile, a wave of guilt washed over Annette as she prepared to speak."Cassie," Annette began, her voice soft but determined, "there's something I need to talk to you about."Cassie's smile faltered slightly, concern flickering in her eyes. "Sure, Annette. What's on your mind?"Annette hesitated, trying to find the right words. "I–uhm..." She trailed off, wondering how to start it. A second or two whistled by, and then she started again, "I've been offered a job opportunity in another city," she said, watching Cassie's expression closely. "It's a really good opportunity, and I've been thinking about it a lot."Cassie's brow furrowed as she processed the news. "Another city? But what about us? What about living together?"Annette's heart ached at the concern in Cassie's voice. "I've been thinking about that too," she admitted. "It's not an easy decision, Cassie. But this job could be a turning point in my career, and I feel like I need to explore it."Cassie looked down, her fingers tracing patterns on the table. Annette could tell that Cassie was trying to hold back her emotions. Finally, Cassie looked up, her eyes a mix of sadness and understanding. "I don't want to hold you back, Annette. If this is something important to you, I wouldn't want you to miss out."Annette fought back tears as she struggled to prevent herself from breaking down; deceiving her sister was agonizing, but revealing the true reason for her trip to Greece wasn't an option. Her hand reached across the table, gently covering Cassie's. "Cassie, you mean the world to me. This choice is incredibly tough, but please believe that my feelings for you remain unchanged."Cassie managed a faint smile, her grasp on Annette's hand providing comfort. "I understand, Annette. I would never want to stop you from going after your dreams."Annette squeezed Cassie's hand, her heart heavy but grateful for Cassie's understanding. "Thank you, Cassie. Your support means the world to me.""But i can't stay alone," Cassie said, gazing up at her sister."I've got that covered. Jane offered to look after you while I'm away, and remember, I'll be back before you know it.""Okay, I guess...""What's wrong? You don't want to stay with Jane?""It's not that. I love Jane, but it just won't be the same without you," Cassie confessed, her words tugging at Annette's heart. Annette didn't want to subject her sister to the pain of separation, but her hands were tied."I understand, kiddo. I'll miss you like crazy when I'm in Greece, but this trip is necessary for us to sustain our life here.""I know you have to go, so don't worry. Just promise you'll call and text every day," Cassie said, extending her pinky and interlocking it with Annette's. "Pinky promise?""Pinky promise." Annette echoed, sealing the promise with a gentle kiss on Cassie's forehead. "Now, how about we watch some Law and Order episodes?"Amid the echoes of Cassie's exuberant shout, Annette found herself breaking into laughter, mirroring her sister's infectious enthusiasm. "You're really something, Cassie," she chuckled, following her sister into the cozy living room.As the evening gently unfolded and night cast its soothing veil, Annette assisted Cassie in preparing for bed, wrapping up the episode of Law and Order they had saved."Come on, sleepyhead, time for bed," Annette said, guiding Cassie with a gentle smile. The medication had already started to take effect, causing Cassie to yawn and nestle into her covers. "Let's get you to bed, sis," Annette whispered, her heart a mix of warmth and a tinge of sadness.Annette sat on the edge of the bed, gently brushing a strand of hair away from Cassie's face. "You know, Cassie, I love you so much. You're my inspiration, my little artist."Cassie's eyes twinkled with affection. "I love you too, Annette. And I'm really happy for you, even though you'll be far away."Tears welled up in Annette's eyes again as she hugged Cassie tightly. "Being apart from you is going to be the hardest part. But we'll stay connected, okay? We'll talk all the time, and I'll be back before you know it."Cassie nodded, her embrace returning the sentiment. "I know, Annette. And I'll be cheering you on from here, always."Annette planted a soft kiss on Cassie's soft cheeks. "You're my rock, Cassie. Remember that."With a final smile, Annette got up and left Cassie's room, her heart heavy with the upcoming separation. As she settled into her own room, she looked around at the familiar surroundings, knowing that change was on the horizon. With a sigh, she whispered to herself, "We'll get through this, one step at a time."Mariah pushed open the office door and paused just inside, letting the heavy air settle over her. The sunlight poured in at a sharp angle, golden stripes cutting across the polished floor. It was barely 9:15 a.m. on a Wednesday, the city just waking outside. She didn’t stride straight to his desk. No. That would be obvious. Instead, her gaze slid over Hudson, the tense set of his shoulders, the fingers tapping on the documents, the faint crease between his brows. She lingered, savoring the quiet authority he radiated, before dropping her bag by the chair in the corner with a soft thud.“Morning, sir,” she said casually, sliding into the chair without waiting for permission. Her legs crossed slowly, the skirt riding subtly higher than usual, just enough to draw attention. “I brought the reports you requested, Q1 projections, market trends, and the European data flagged last week.”Hudson’s eyes flicked to her once, then back to the documents. “Good,” he muttered, clipped, unyielding.M
Annette’s suitcase clattered onto the terminal floor with a hollow thud, the sound echoing in the cavernous space as she exhaled for the first time since the plane had touched down. Her body still felt tethered to Athens, the warmth of the sun, the smells of the city, the memory of Sam’s apartment, and yet, here she was, back in New York. Her chest tightened with a mixture of relief, dread, and exhaustion. She’d flown halfway across the world to escape, only to return carrying the heaviest weight of all: the life growing quietly beneath her ribs.The moment she stepped out of the sliding doors into the late afternoon glare, she spotted Jane immediately. Her best friend’s eyes were wide, her cheeks flushed from running through the terminal, hair escaping in loose tendrils from the scarf wound haphazardly around her neck. Jane had that combination of shock and delight that made Annette’s heart ache a little, seeing someone care so much was comforting and painful all at once.“Annette!”
Annette hadn’t planned to stay in Athens this long. It had started as a brief escape, a few days to think and breathe, and somehow it had stretched into weeks. She no longer counted the days. Time moved differently here, slower, heavier, like the snow pressing against the windows had frozen her will to leave.She’d told herself it was just a break. Just until she could sort through her tangled thoughts. Yet, in the quiet of Sam’s apartment, sharing laughter and quiet domesticity, she’d allowed herself to feel. To let him in. And she had.They’d shared dinners at little cafés tucked in Plaka, wandered through streets thick with history and lights, stolen small moments of intimacy in doorways and rooftops. Sam’s laughter had become a balm, his presence a sanctuary. And each time, she had felt a little less guarded, a little more herself.But the night before had broken something she couldn’t patch.They’d been on the rooftop, city lights twinkling beneath them, music humming in the back
“Didn’t you say you’d marry the guy who baked you that cake?”Annette looked up from the bowl she was stirring, a brow arching suspiciously. Then she recalled.“That was a drunken exaggeration.”Sam leaned against the fridge, arms crossed, a smug glint in his eyes. “You said, and I quote, ‘I love you, Cake Man. I’ll marry you so I can eat this forever.’”She blinked at him.He grinned. “And guess who baked it?”Her eyes narrowed. “No. That was your grandfather’s recipe.”“And I’m his grandson. Legacy flows through these blessed hands.” He held up his palms with mock reverence.She tried not to laugh. Failed. “You’re so full of it.”“You’re in my kitchen, in my shirt,” Sam said, leaning against the counter with a smirk.Annette glanced down at herself—his oversized shirt dusted with flour. She hadn’t brought a change of clothes for their baking date, and somehow, borrowing his had felt… easy. Natural.They’d had a few of these cozy moments over the past week, low-pressure, oddly domes
2pm, New York.The city outside Hudson’s office window stretched like an ocean of glass and light, Skyscrapers blinked silently, each window a tiny screen showing a life that was different and wasn't his. He sat behind his desk, unmoving, the room was too still, too sterile. A half cup of Irish coffee sat beside him, gone lukewarm.His phone was in his palm, screen lighting with a photo that seemed to mock him. It was from weeks ago. A picture of Annette in winter light, bundled in a cream shawl, hair tucked behind one ear, smiling at something off-camera. She looked peaceful. Unaware. Safe. It had been taken a week before the mall attack that triggered her memory recovery.Back when he could pretend he was worthy of her.He stared at the image, his thumb hovering over her name. Her contact was still saved as "My Annette".But she wasn’t. Not anymore.He’d heard she left the country. Greece. With Sam. That part hurt in places he hadn’t known still existed.He had no right to reach out
The wind outside whispered through the lodge’s shutters, brushing snowflakes against the window panes like tiny fingers asking to be let in. Annette sat on the edge of her bed in her hotel lodge. It was 9: pm, the golden light of the antique lamp beside her made everything feel a little softer, like the world was holding its breath with her. Just as she was about to switch off her bedside lamb, her screen lit up with a video call from Jane. She hesitated for a beat, wondering what time it was in New York. 2pm. She swiped to accept. The screen came alive instantly with a chorus of overlapping voices. "ANNETTE!" "There she is!" "Took you long enough, stranger." Jane’s familiar grin beamed at her. George waved from behind, half-visible, tapping on a keyboard. Cassie popped her head into the frame with wide, sparkly eyes and a fancy bonny headband. “Okay, we’re all here," Jane said, crossing her arms dramatically. "You owe us a full update. And don’t you dare hang up in twenty m







