LOGINTHIRD PERSON POVMrs Mariana Ryder, their mother, walked calmly into the private conference room on the top floor. The executive director was already there waiting, standing beside the window, hands behind his back. He turned immediately when he heard her heels.“Mrs. Ryder,” he greeted respectfully. “I wasn’t expecting you today, I would have made special special arrangements.”She smiled politely. “I know. I prefer it that way, no need for too many formalities.”They both sat down across from each other. The room was quiet, the air heavy with unspoken tension.“I hope Liam is settling well into his role,” the executive director said carefully.“He is,” she replied without hesitation. “He has always been capable and focused unlike some people.”The man nodded, understanding exactly who she meant, but he didn’t mention the name.“Rumor going around the company is that there is currently an… internal tension,” he said cautiously. “Between the brothers.”Her expression hardened slightly
Liam's POV I followed my mother into the quiet room she had requested. The door closed softly behind us, shutting out the noise of the office.She sat down first, crossing her legs elegantly, her eyes already studying me. The way she always did like she was checking for cracks, weaknesses, things that didn’t align with her expectations.“You’ve grown thinner,” she said. “Are you eating properly?”“I’m fine, Mom,” I replied, taking the seat opposite her. “Work has just been… busy.”She nodded, as if she had already expected that answer. “You always bury yourself in work. Just like your father.”I stiffened slightly at the mention of him but said nothing.Her gaze softened, just a little. “I worry about you, Liam. You carry too much weight on your shoulders.”“I can handle it,” I told her gently. “I always have.”She reached out, placing her hand over mine. Her touch was warm and familiar. “I know you can. That’s why I trust you.”The word trust settled heavily in my chest. “I heard ab
Nicole's POV My fingers hovered over the phone screen for a moment before I finally pressed Zara’s number. I didn’t know if she was awake after last night’s chaos, but I had to check on her.“Hello?” Zara’s voice came, still rough from sleep, but there was an unmistakable excitement in it.“Your birthday is finally over,” I said softly, smiling despite myself. “I just wanted to make sure you survived the night.”“Nicole! I survived, barely!” she groaned dramatically. “You have no idea… my head is pounding, and I think I drank more than my body could handle.”I laughed. “Yeah… I could tell. You went all out yesterday. I hope you had fun, though.”“I had the best time,” she said, her voice brightening. “The music, the club, the people… everything was perfect! I can’t believe you came along! And the shots—ugh, why did you let me talk you into taking those?”“Because you begged me,” I said, rolling my eyes. “And… I kind of wanted to see you happy. You deserved it.”“I was happy, trust me
The moment the lecturer dismissed the class, a soft murmur of chatter filled the room. Students gathered their notes, packs, and equipment, some already rushing out to get lunch or meet friends. I slowly began packing up my things, still feeling the adrenaline of having led the practical successfully. My hands moved almost automatically, but my mind kept replaying the earlier whispers, the doubts, and, most importantly, Frank’s intervention.I looked around, trying to find him among the sea of students leaving the room. My chest tightened slightly as I realized he was probably heading out too. I had barely let him speak to me since the incident with him confronting the class, and yet, he had stood up for me without complaint. I had told him to stay away, and he still had my back. That thought made me feel both guilty and grateful.“Frank!” I called softly, almost afraid I might not catch him before he left.He turned, his expression calm, almost unreadable, as he waited for me to ca
Nicole's POV I walked into the classroom, carrying my bag and the tray of nursing equipment I’d prepared. I was in charge of the practical our lecturer had entrusted me to lead it and I suddenly felt nervous standing in front of the whole class, though I still felt excited. I had practiced everything at home, measuring blood pressure accurately, checking pulse and respiration, and calculating IV drip rates. I knew what to do. But now, standing in front of my classmates, it all felt bigger, more real.I arranged the stethoscopes, sphygmomanometers, thermometers, and IV equipment neatly on the table. The soft smell of antiseptic filled the air, sharp and familiar. I took a deep breath and turned to the class.“Okay, everyone,” I started, trying to keep my voice steady, “today we’re going to practice patient assessment. We’ll take vital signs, calculate IV drip rates, and record everything accurately. I’ll demonstrate first, and then you’ll try in pairs. Follow each step carefully, and
We both froze. Our mother stood there, immaculately dressed as always, smiling but l saw through it. I knew her smile, it wasn’t warmth for me. It was a performance, a mask she wore because the world expected it. Liam, on the other hand, looked genuinely pleased, though l could sense the tiny hesitation in his posture.“Mother…” Liam started, a hint of happiness in his voice. My jaw tightened; his tone stayed neutral. “Good Afternoon Ma.”“I just got in from the airport,” she said smoothly, letting her designer bag swing from her arm. “Thought I’d drop by to see how my sons are managing things while I’m away.”I forced a polite smile. I didn’t rise to the bait, didn’t give her the warmth she might have hoped for. “We weren’t expecting you today. Why did you come all of a sudden?”“No reason,” she said, her voice light, deliberately casual. “But I’m here now, so it’s all fine.” Her eyes flicked to me, just long enough for me to catch the practiced indifference she wore like armor.L







