LOGINElliot's POV
PR released their statement by noon. I read it on my phone while sitting at my desk trying to look normal even though nothing felt normal anymore. "Mr Blackwood and Mr Hayes are close colleagues who share a professional working relationship. Any suggestion otherwise is false and irresponsible." The statement did not help. Within an hour every business news site was talking about it. Some said the denial proved something was going on. Others posted more photos from the dinner zooming in on every look and touch between us. My phone would not stop buzzing with notifications. "Ignore it," Aiden said when he walked past my desk. "They will move on to something else by next week." But they did not move on. By Monday morning three different talk shows were discussing whether a CEO dating his assistant was unprofessional. A blogger wrote a whole article about power dynamics in the workplace using us as an example even though nothing had actually happened between us. Rachel from PR came to Aiden's office looking exhausted. I could hear them talking through the door. "You need to do an interview," she said. "A proper one where you address this directly. The silence is making it worse." "Fine," Aiden said, sounding annoyed. "Set it up." Two days later Aiden was scheduled for a live interview on Business Today which was a show that CEOs went on to talk about their companies. I watched from my desk because the whole office was watching on their computers. The interviewer was a woman named Sandra Chen who smiled too much. She asked Aiden normal questions about Blackwood Tech for the first ten minutes then her smile got bigger. "Let's talk about the photos that have been circulating," Sandra said. "You and your assistant Elliot Hayes were photographed at a business dinner looking quite close. Can you comment on your relationship?" Aiden's face stayed calm but I could see his jaw tighten. "Elliot is my assistant. We work together." "But the photos suggest something more," Sandra pushed. "Your hand on his back. The way you look at each other." "The photos show two colleagues at a business dinner," Aiden said. "Nothing more." "Some people are questioning whether it's appropriate for a CEO to be so close with an assistant," Sandra said. "What do you say to those concerns?" Aiden leaned forward and his eyes got hard. "I say those people should mind their own business. Elliot Hayes is invaluable to me and to this company. He is smart and hardworking and frankly better at his job than most of the executives I employ. If people want to create drama where there is none that says more about them than it does about us." My face felt hot listening to him defend me like that on live television. Sandra looked surprised by how firm he was being. "So you are saying definitively that there is nothing romantic between you two?" she asked. "I am saying my personal life is not up for discussion," Aiden said. "Next question." Sandra moved on but the damage was done. Defending me that strongly just made people more convinced something was going on. Social media exploded with clips of Aiden calling me invaluable. People analyzed his tone and his body language and decided he was obviously lying about us just being colleagues. I put my head in my hands because this was a nightmare. My phone rang showing Liam's number but I declined it, the last thing I needed was my brother calling to say he saw me on the news. Aiden came back to the office an hour later looking angry. He went straight to his office then slammed the door which he never did. I waited a few minutes before knocking. "Come in," he said. I walked in to find him staring at his computer with his jaw clenched. "Are you okay?" I asked. "My father just called," he said without looking at me. "He wants me to come to dinner tonight. With you." My stomach dropped. "What?" "He saw the interview," Aiden said, then finally looked at me. "He wants to meet the person causing all this trouble." "I should not go," I said. "That will just make things worse." "He was not asking," Aiden said. "He was demanding. If I do not bring you he will come here." I sat down in the chair across from his desk because my legs felt weak. Meeting Richard Blackwood was the last thing I wanted to do. From everything Aiden told me his father was cold, controlling and cared more about the company than anything else. "Okay," I said quietly. "I will go." Aiden looked at me for a long moment. "You do not have to." "Yes I do," I said. "This is my fault. I should not have gone to that dinner." "Do not say that," Aiden said sharp. "You did nothing wrong." But it felt like I did everything wrong. I should have kept my distance. I should have been more careful. Now the whole world was watching us and Aiden's father was getting involved and everything was spinning out of control. My phone buzzed again but this time it was an unknown number. I looked at the screen to see a text that made my blood go cold. "Your family is not the only one looking for you." Across town in her office Vivian sat watching the interview on her laptop. She had already watched it three times because each time got better. Aiden defending his little assistant so strongly was perfect. It proved what she already knew which was that Aiden cared about Elliot way more than he should. She picked up her phone then opened the text thread with the private investigator she hired. He had sent her some interesting information about Elliot Hayes or whoever he really was because that was definitely not his real name. "Keep digging," she typed. "I want everything." She hit send then smiled at her computer screen where Aiden's face was frozen mid sentence defending Elliot. This was going better than she planned. Soon she would have enough information to destroy both of them. Her phone buzzed with a response. "Found something big. Call me." Vivian's smile got wider. Finally things were going her way.Elliot's Pov I did not respond because I did not know what else to say. Liam meant well but his kind of help always came with strings attached. He wanted to protect me but he also wanted to control me and I was done being controlled by anyone. The city lights appeared in the distance and I felt a mix of fear and determination. I was going back to the place that fired me and the place where everyone thought I was either a criminal or a victim. I did not know which was worse. "Where exactly do you want to go?" the driver asked as we entered the city. "Drop me at the Blackwood Tech main building," I said. "At this hour?" the driver asked. "It will be closed." "I know," I said. "Just drop me there." The driver shrugged again and drove through the empty streets. At two in the morning the city looked different. Quieter and darker and almost peaceful. A few people walked on the sidewalks and some bars were still open but most places were closed. We pulled up in front of Black
Elliot's Pov I sat on my bed watching the clock on the wall tick past nine and then ten and then eleven. The house was finally getting quiet as everyone went to their rooms. I heard James walk past my door and stop for a second before continuing down the hallway. He was checking to make sure I was still here. I was still here but not for long. At midnight I got up and pulled a small bag out from under my bed. I had packed it earlier with just the basics because I did not need much. A change of clothes and my wallet and my phone charger and the glass paperweight Aiden gave me. I did not know why I packed that last thing but I could not leave it behind. I changed into dark clothes so I would be harder to see and put on my sneakers. Then I sat on the edge of my bed and waited another thirty minutes to make sure everyone was really asleep. The house was silent except for the usual creaking sounds old houses make. I stood up and grabbed my bag and walked to my bedroom door. I opened i
Aiden's Pov I sat in the chair against the wall and tried to make myself invisible. The board meeting room felt too small and too hot and every person in here was staring at me like I did not belong. Maybe I did not belong anymore but Marcus said I should come so I came. Richard sat at the head of the table looking calm and in control like always. The board members filled the other seats and they all had their laptops open and their serious faces on. This was going to be bad and I could feel it. The forensic accountant stood up and started her presentation. She showed spreadsheets and transaction records and talked about offshore accounts. Every word she said made the evidence against Vivian stronger and I should have felt good about that but I just felt tired. Then Vivian walked in and everyone stopped talking. She wore a gray suit and her hair was perfect and her makeup covered the fact that she looked exhausted. She sat down across from Richard and put her briefcase on the tabl
Vivian's Pov I stood in my apartment staring at the folder on my kitchen counter and my hands would not stop shaking. The fake evidence sat inside waiting for me to use it and I had been staring at it for twenty minutes trying to convince myself this was the right thing to do. It was not the right thing and I knew that but I was out of options. My phone rang and I jumped because I had been so focused on the folder. I looked at the screen and saw Richard's name. My stomach twisted but I answered anyway. "Hello," I said and tried to sound confident. "Vivian," Richard said and his voice was cold. "The board meeting starts in one hour. You need to be there." "I know," I said. "I will be there." "Come ready to explain yourself," Richard said. "The forensic accountants have found more evidence and it does not look good for you." "I can explain everything," I said even though I could not. "You better," Richard said. "Because if you cannot then you are finished and I cannot help you
Elliot's PovI sat on my bed staring at the wall and counting the flowers on the wallpaper. There were forty three of them and I had counted them five times already because I had nothing else to do. My room felt smaller than I remembered and the air was too thick and I could not breathe right.It had been two days since James brought me back here and I had barely left this room. I ate meals alone and ignored everyone who tried to talk to me and spent most of my time looking out the window at the gates that kept me trapped.Someone knocked on the door and I did not answer because I knew who it was. The door opened anyway and Liam walked in wearing another perfect suit. He always wore suits even at home like he was ready for a business meeting at any second."Dad wants you at dinner tonight," Liam said and closed the door behind him.I kept staring at the wall. "No.""It was not a question," Liam said."I do not care," I said and finally looked at him. "I do not want to sit at that tabl
Aiden's Pov Maya finished her coffee and stood up. "I have to get to a meeting but I will let you know if I find anything." "Okay," I said. She started to walk away but then stopped and turned back. "Aiden?" "Yeah?" I said. "I am glad you came in today," Maya said. "It means you have not given up yet." I did not know how to respond to that so I just nodded. She smiled and then walked away toward the meeting rooms. I turned back to my laptop and pulled up my email again. The message from Marcus was still open and I read it one more time. Someone had sent new evidence against Vivian overnight and that evidence was helping to clear the investigation. I clicked on the attachments in the email and started looking through them. Financial documents and transaction records and emails that showed Vivian moving money from company accounts to offshore accounts. It was all very detailed and very damning. But something felt off about it. I zoomed in on one of the bank statements and stud
Elliot's POV The office felt different when we walked in. Everyone was whispering and looking at us then looking away fast when we noticed. News about the board vote must have spread already because people kept their heads down when Aiden walked past. I went straight to my desk while Aiden headed
Elliot's POV I caught up to Aiden in his office where he was throwing things into a cardboard box. Files and photos and awards he had earned over the years all getting tossed in without any care. His hands were shaking but his face was stone. "Aiden," I said from the doorway. He didn't look up.
Vivian's POV I walked into Richard Blackwood's office at exactly eleven thirty carrying my leather folder with all the information I needed to destroy his son. His secretary tried to stop me but Richard waved her away and told her to close the door behind her. "You're early," Richard said from be
Aiden's Pov I stood outside Blackwood Tech at seven in the morning and stared up at the building that used to be mine. The sun was just coming up and the glass windows reflected the orange sky and it would have looked beautiful if I did not feel so hollow inside. Security should have stopped me f







