IRENATHE familiar thrill that ran through Irena as she stood next to fellow reporters and photographers at a press conference no longer had the same effect on her this time. Still shocked that she hadn't told Lindsay about forcing her to leave, she crossed her arms over her chest. Her skirt is flying up and her heels are hugging her legs. It didn't help that there were blisters from the boots Sage made her wear five days ago. Furthermore, Lindsay decided that a press conference sounded extremely interesting and chose to stay and stand right next to Irena . This makes a hasty retreat almost impossible. Lindsay patted Irena 's arm as she smiled at him. "You never told me how fun these things are," she said as her eyes danced in amusement. Irena stared at her. "Probably because they don't," she said. What's interesting is her bed and blanket. A place where she can hide and where the rest of the world doesn't know about her. A place where Sage Kennedy doesn't exist.
SAGE SAGE tried to calm his nerves by staring at Irena . Her tear-stained face and red eyes tugged at his heart in a way he had never experienced before. All he wanted to do right now was hug her and comfort her. But there are a few things that need to be said before he can do that. And they all had to do with the article. On his way to the press conference, he pulled out the magazine, already hating what Irena had written. After all, he saw the first draft. But the more he advances, the more he realizes that she has changed all that. "Is that what you mean?" he asked, opening the magazine to his article. "Or are you just trying to sell copies?" Irena looked down at the page then back at him. She studied his gaze for a moment before nodding. "Yes," she whispered. His heart was beating so hard that it could be heard clearly in his ears. "Yes, you're trying to sell magazines, or yes, you mean that" - he bent down to study the words as if he still hadn't memorized
SAGE16 months later, Snow falls out of the window as Sage walks forward. He looked down at his watch. Irena was an hour late. Where was she? A soft Christmas ballad plays in the background. Amanda did a great job finding a decorator to decorate this cabin. A Christmas tree sits in the far corner with twinkling lights. Titan was lying nearby with Irena 's present tied around his collar. Everything is perfect. Except that Irena wasn't there. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. His outfit made him feel like he was strangling her. He wasn't sure if it was his stress because he was about to ask Irena to marry him. Or that he's afraid Greenland has claimed it again. He should have known he shouldn't have booked a cabin in the mountains of Greenland. But somehow he thought it would be romantic to go back to the place where they fell in love. Man, he can be stupid sometimes. He should have taken Amanda 's parted lips and raised his eyebrows as he told her what he ha
IRENASHE stood inside the elevator, tapping her feet to the music. She shifted her weight and lifted her thumb to chew. Why would Peter invite her on a Saturday? The editor never did that. And if they did, it is for a good reason. Though she tried to suppress her excitement, important words, a career-changing story, kept running through her mind. Her roommate Lindsay is right. There is no need to get upset if it is nothing. She took a deep breath and smoothed her skirt with her hand. There must be something wrong with her recent post. That is all. But Peter wanted to talk to her in person—on a Sunday. A story that changed her career replayed in her mind. Before she could get mad enough to dissect his intentions, the elevator rang, and the doors opened. She walked into the lobby of the Magazine, one of Country's most popular magazine headquarters. The hall was unusually quiet today. Sara, the receptionist, is not sitting at her desk, where the phone usually rings every ten seconds
IRENA "THAT’S why they're here," Peter said, breaking the trance that Sage Kennedy had forced on him. Irena turned around and focused her attention on what her editor was saying. "They must do it. . . damage control, "he continued. "Against what?" Irena asked, glancing at Amanda and then at Sage. What scandalous information may the press have about Sage that the press has not covered? Sage stirred and started pacing the room. Amanda cleared her throat. "There is information should be announcing tomorrow. These are part of the practices in which Sage's late father trained." She turned to look at Irene. "Practices? Like, illegal things?" Irena's voice softened as she watched Amanda. Amanda's expression hardened as she nodded. Glancing at Sage, Irena saw a flat look in his eyes. Her heart rate slowed down. She feels sorry for him. "What does this have to do with Greenland?" Amanda tapped her pen on the planner in front of her. "We will hold a press conference tomorrow mornin
SAGE AMANDA was too busy talking to the person on the other end of the call to talk to Sage, which he was grateful for. He followed her as they made their way down the hall. He tries not to get frustrated with her pace when all he wants to do is get out of the building. His outfit drives him crazy. He wants to wear normal clothes and go back to his normal life. He suppressed a sigh as Amanda pushed open the glass door. His normal life is gone. Everything has changed. It didn't help that Miss. Derrick made fun of him, and in many ways. Her bright eyes and dusty freckles seemed to be etched in his mind, no matter how far he tried to push them away. Desperately distracted, he glanced around, spotted Titan, and whistled. This Newfoundland dog is the only saving grace he has had in his crazy life. "Come on, boy," he said, patting his leg. Titan turned his head towards him and quickly stood up. The marble floors are not for dogs and cause their paws to slide down. When he fina
IRENA "OH.MY.GOD," Lindsay told as she stood in the middle of the kitchen in bunny slippers and a soft yellow dress. Irena dropped her purse on the table and walked past her. "Come on, Linds. Not too bad." Lindsay followed her into the bedroom. Isn't it serious? She reached out and grabbed Irena's arm. "You were in the same room as Sage Kennedy." Her voice squeaked as she called his name. Irena calmed down and turned around. "Yes. I was in the same room as Sage Kennedy." She paused as she let the words settle around her roommate. "And Peter and a woman named Amanda." She threw it at him. Lindsay gave him an exasperated look and went to her wardrobe, after searching for a few seconds, she came out with a suitcase. Lindsay sat on the bed with a dazed look on her face. "It's weird," she whispered. "I think the person you like is getting a little out of control," Irena said as she dropped her suitcase on the bed and opened it. "Can not control?" Lindsay looked at him in amaze
SAGE DARKNESS surrounded Sage as he lay in bed, staring up at the smooth ceiling. Glancing at his watch, he groaned. It was four o'clock in the morning and he couldn't sleep. His mind won't stop working. He stirred in the silk sheets and lay down on his stomach. Another hour before he needs to wake up. Another hour before damage control. Another hour before the world knows what a terrible man his father was. He rubs his face with his hand. Now there is no race. Too many people's livelihood depends on him. The family will change if he can't solve this problem. His chest contracted as he sat up. He needs a hot shower. Pulling off the blanket, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. The heat from his heated floor travels up his legs and settles in his stomach. Elsewhere, cool autumn weather will affect people's lives. He flinched as he made his way to the adjoining bathroom. He missed the way the outdoors grounded him. All those luxuries were not his, but his father'