ANMELDENSerena’s POVKillian’s office was dark, lit only by the glow of the city stretching beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. His back was to me as he paced slowly across the floor, a phone pressed to his ear. Italian rolled effortlessly off his tongue, quick and clipped, his voice low enough that I couldn’t make out the words, but the urgency behind them was impossible to miss. Every few steps, one hand disappeared into his hair before dropping back to his side, the restless movement making it obvious he hadn’t stood still for some time now. The soft click of the door made him glance over his shoulder.And the moment our eyes met, something in his face changed.He lifted one finger, silently asking me to wait, before turning back to the call.“Grazie. Parliamo domani.”He ended the call without another word, set his phone on the desk, and just…watched me.For a second he simply stood there.Then he crossed the room, closing the distance between us so quickly I hadn’t even finished slip
Serena’s POVBy the time Louisa found me, she had somehow already heard about the board meeting despite the fact that I had only just made it back to my temporary office. She appeared in the doorway without knocking, coffee in one hand, phone in the other, looking like she had sprinted over ten floors purely to satisfy her curiosity.“Tell me it’s true.”I looked up from the reports spread across my desk. “Good day to you too.”“No, absolutely not.” She set the coffee down, her lips parted in surprise. “We can exchange pleasantries after you tell me what happened in that boardroom.”I looked at her. She looked at me. She pointed at me, then toward what I believed was the floor above us, then back at me again, apparently deciding that finger gestures were more efficient than full sentences.“You actually went in there,” she said.“I didn’t exactly have a choice.”“You always have a choice.” She folded her arms. “Elena, I have worked in this company for four years. I have prepared prese
Serena’s POVA wave of skeptical murmurs swept through the room almost immediately. Several directors exchanged uneasy glances, while Derek leaned back in his chair with a deep frown settling across his face.“Another way?” he repeated, his tone thick with disbelief. “Pardon me, but what exactly is that supposed to mean? We’re under a federal restriction.”“I agree with you, Derek. We cooperate fully with the federal authorities,” Killian replied, his voice calm enough to steady the room despite the tension. “They’ll have every document they ask for, and we’ll comply with every legal requirement. But cooperation doesn’t mean we have to bring our entire operation to a standstill. Our cargo can still move. It’ll cost us more, but if we reroute strategically, we can keep our contracts alive while the investigation runs its course.”Derek practically exploded in his seat, leaning forward so aggressively his chair scraped against the floor. "This is a completely reckless proposition!” he
Serena’s POVThe elevator descended in silence, the numbers above the doors counting down one floor at a time.Beside me, Killian stood with his hands loosely clasped in front of him, staring straight ahead like the stainless-steel doors had suddenly become the most fascinating thing in the building.His tie was perfectly straight.Everything else about him wasn’t.His shoulders were tight enough to snap steel cables, and every few seconds I caught him clenching his jaw before forcing himself to relax it again.We were less than a minute away from the boardroom.I studied him from the corner of my eye.If he walked into that room looking like this, and with no plans, they would smell blood before he even sat down.And if they tore him apart…My plans went down with him.“Killian.”He turned immediately.I stepped slightly into his line of sight and rested my fingers lightly against his sleeve, just above his elbow.Nothing dramatic.Just enough to make him stop thinking about whatever
Serena’s POVThe first thing I noticed was that the room felt different.Killian’s office was usually the kind of space that matched him perfectly. Orderly and spotless. The kind of room that made you stand up straighter just by walking into it. But this morning it looked like someone had finally found a crack in all of that and pried it open. The curtains were only halfway drawn, the grey morning light cutting across the floor at an uneven angle. His jacket was thrown over the back of his chair like he had forgotten it existed. His sleeves were rolled to his forearms, his tie was loose, his collar undone, and his hair had clearly been through several rounds of his own hands.He was pacing when I walked in, phone pressed to his ear, completely absorbed. Then he looked up.The moment his eyes found me, he stopped pacing altogether.Something shifted across his face. It was fleeting, gone almost as quickly as it appeared, but I caught it because I’d spent years watching this man who
Serena's POV“…shares of Rhodes Incorporated dropped nearly twelve percent in pre-market trading following the announcement,” the news anchor’s voice cut through the silence in the kitchen, competing with the hum of the espresso machine. “Federal authorities have refused to comment on the full scope of the investigation, but sources confirm that all cargo movement at the primary terminals remains frozen pending a complete regulatory audit.”I leaned against the counter, my fingers tightening around my mug as I stared at the screen. I hadn’t slept all night because the moment the news had appeared on my phone thanks to my informant, my mind had started dissecting every detail, turning every possibility over and over, searching for any piece that didn’t fit.A federal emergency freeze wasn’t something that happened because of a simple administrative mistake. It was too sudden. Too severe. The official statement mentioned an anonymous tip regarding major safety violations, but the speed
Serena’s POVThe problem with pretending to be someone else was always feeling like you were on death row the moment you had to spend time with the people who actually knew them.I realized this approximately twelve minutes into drinks with Chloe Laurent.“…and then he had the audacity to tell me h
Serena’s POVThe first time Killian showed me this building, we’d stood across the street in the freezing November rain while he grinned like he’d personally conquered Manhattan.“We own it,” he had said, laughing breathlessly as taxis splashed dirty water onto the curb beside us. “Jesus, Serena. W
Killian’s POV“You strike me as the kind of man who likes winning so much he forgets to ask whether the prize survives you.”The sentence replayed in my head with brutal, mocking clarity.Again.Again.Crack.The yellow tennis ball slammed against the concrete wall, ricocheting back with a vicious
Serena’s POVRain hammered against the windshield, a violent drumming that made my body shake with terror.My hands slipped on the leather steering wheel. I could smell the ozone, the wet pavement, and the metallic tang of fear rising in the back of my throat. I pressed the brakes.They screamed on







