LOGINSeconds passed while Jasmine held tighter onto his shirt. Harrison unsteadily settled one of his hands on her back and the other came to rest at the back of her head."Hey," he said quietly. "It's just thunder."Jasmine shook her head against his chest, but she didn't pull away. Her breathing was still quick and uneven."It can't get in here. This house is too stubborn for that," he said, softer now.A small shaky laugh escaped her, muffled against his shirt.Another rumble rolled through in the distance, quieter this time. Jasmine flinched."My dad would sit by the fireplace during storms and count. One... two... three... until the thunder came. He said if you counted it, it couldn't surprise you."Jasmine finally lifted her head, just a little. Her eyes were wet, but she was looking at him now."Did it work?""Not really," he admitted.For a moment, they just stared at each other, close enough that she could feel his heart beating steady, unlike hers."You can let go now," he said,
The rain started just after 6 p.m.Jasmine noticed it from the library, where she'd gone to return a folder Mrs. Brooklyn had asked her to pick up. She'd meant to leave right away, drop the folder on the desk and be gone before anyone noticed her but the room stopped her. It was wide, quiet, and beautiful in a way that made her want to look around.She checked her phone. No urgent messages, no calls from home, no instructions from Dr. Lawason.She let out a breath and set the folder on the desk, then drifted toward the shelves. The library was large. Dark leather chairs. A fireplace that made the room warmer than the rest of the house. The air smelled like old paper and wood polish and rain coming through the slightly opened window.She ran her fingers along the spines of a few books before a voice cut in."You know those books won't answer you, no matter how long you stare."Jasmine turned.Harrison stood in the doorway, one hand braced against the frame. A small towel hung around hi
“Mr. Cole, I was only explaining our store policy. We have clients who…”Harrison's expression didn't change.“Manager. Now.”The assistant face flushed as she hurried toward the back office.Jasmine stood beside the display, still holding her bag. “You didn't have to do that,” she murmured.He glanced at her. “Do what?”“Make it a big deal.”“She insulted you in her place of work. I should make her understand the consequences.”Before Jasmine could respond, a middle-aged man in a tailored suit approached them.“Mr. Cole. I’m Robert Hayes, the store manager. I heard there was a misunderstanding”Harrison looked at him.“There was no misunderstanding. Your employee just told my guest she didn't belong here.”The manager's face tightened. He turned to the assistant, who had followed him back.“You did what?”“I just said that….sir, I didn't mean it…”“You profiled a client on my account,” the manager cut in, his voice sharp now.” In front of other clients. Do you have any idea whose gu
Harrison exclaimed, staring intently at the message.Gregory: We recovered the vehicle from the accident. Forensics completed the inspection. The front tie rod was cut almost through and the brake line was tampered with. That's what caused the steering to lock before the car flipped."Any problem Mr.Cole?" Jasmine asked.He locked the phone. "Nothing you need to concern yourself with."She studied his face briefly, then adjusted the notebook under her arm."Your appointment with Dr. Richard, should I confirm that we're still going?""Yes. Confirm it."She nodded and left without another question.Once the door closed, Harrison called Gregory."I want the full forensic report. Send it to my private email only.""Understood. Should we involve the police now?""We should preserve everything. I'll decide our next move after I read it."He ended the call.****Two days later, Jasmine was lying in the room scrolling through her phone. She decided to call her mom before leaving for the hospi
“Can you hear me, sir”The voice on the other end of his phone was still talking.Harrison didn't hear it. He blinked, finally ending the call without a word. He slipped the phone into his pocket, but his eyes didn't leave her.“You're... ready?” he stammered. Jasmine tilted her head, trying not to smile at how flustered he looked. “You sound surprised,” she said.“I thought you wouldn't consider... coming,” he said, his eyes betraying him again, dropping for a second to the slit of her gown, to her slender legs, before he forced them back to her face.Her cheeks heated.“I said I'd join you. Provided it was professional.”“It is,” he said quickly.She walked past him toward the door, her hand tugged against at the slit of the gown.“Let's go,” he said, picking up the car keys on the table****Cole Industries was a glass-and-steel tower in Midtown. Employees moved with urgency, conversations paused when he entered.In the conference room, Claire presented the Foundation health progr
Hamilton suddenly found his glass of water interesting. He sipped from it, almost choking.“Can we eat?” Harrison said.Vanessa blinked. “I was just…”“I know what you were doing,” Harrison cut in, “We have food getting cold while you interview my staff.”Hamilton choked a little on his water again, but this time he wisely said nothing.Margaret, elegant as ever, picked up her fork.“Of course, dear,” Margaret said calmly. “Let's eat.”Jasmine kept her eyes down. Her hands were tight around her fork. “my staff,” that was all she was.Vanessa's smile finally tightened. She picked up her fork too, but her eyes flicked back to Jasmine for one second.“He defends you now?”Harrison set his fork hard down against the plate and picked up his phone.“I'm done,” he said, standing up.Margaret looked up. “Stay Harrison” “Later Mom,” he said and left.She turned to Hamilton. “You couldn't even make him stay”“I couldn't do anything, Mom,” Hamilton replied, sipping the remaining juice in his gl







