LOGIN(Adrian's POV)The house looked exactly the same as it had, the last time I visited.The same stone walls. Same perfectly maintained garden that my father paid someone to keep up because he couldn't manage it himself anymore. Same brass knocker on the front door that I'd used since I was tall enough to reach it.I parked in the driveway and sat there for a moment before going in.My father had called yesterday asking me to come by. Which was kinda unusual. We usually met anywhere but home. We had dinner together most Sundays when I was in town. But something in his voice had sounded different this time. I let myself in with my key. "Dad?""In the study,” The butler announced.I found him in his usual chair by the window. The one he'd been spending more time in over the last six months. He was reading something on his tablet, his reading glasses perched on his nose.He looked up when I walked in. "Adrian. You're here. Good, sit."I sat in the chair next to him. It was the same chair I
(Lena's POV)"This came through the legal department this morning."Elena said, dropping a folder on my desk while I was reviewing the latest ALS trial data. It was early. Just past seven and the lab was still quiet.I picked up the folder and opened it.“CONFIDENTIAL PROPOSAL: MERGER DISCUSSION BETWEEN HART INDUSTRIES AND BIOGEN DYNAMICS.”I read the first page. Then the second. Then I put it down and looked at Elena."Hart Industries wishes to propose a merger," I said flatly."That's what it says."I picked it up again and read through the executive summary. The proposal was professionally written, outlining potential synergies between Hart's biotech division and BioGen's research capabilities. Market projections. Integration timelines. Revenue forecasts. All of it was signed by Julian's legal team."This is not about biotech," Elena said."Obviously.""What do you want to do?"I closed the folder and looked at her directly. "I want to make him regret asking."***I spent the next
(Elena's POV)"I need to go home."I said minutes later, while Daniel was still reading his document like we had all morning to relax.He looked up. "What time is your first meeting?""Ten. But I need to shower and change at my place and—" I gestured at yesterday's clothes that I'd pulled back on."Right." He stood and found his phone. "I'll have breakfast sent up. What do you want?""I'm not staying for breakfast.""Elena." He looked at me over his reading glasses. "You're staying for breakfast."And breakfast I stayed.***An hour later I was back in my flat in Shoreditch, standing in front of the mirror trying to look like a professional human being who hadn't spent the entire night having her vaginal pummeled. Ewww!Unable to keep it down, I called Lena while dressing up."It happened,” I squeaked like a teenage girl who just got her cherry popped by her hockey star crush."I know," she said blankly.I stopped in between buttoning my chest. "Wait…what? How do you know?""Daniel te
(Elena's POV)We were standing too far apart in the room, like people observing social distance.I'd stepped inside and Daniel closed the door and now we were both just standing, while I fiddled with my fingers clueless on why the hell I even asked to come in.I could just take a walk of shame and leave. Lie I had something to do at the Lab. Anything. Anything to escape this awkwardness.While I was still contemplating, he suddenly broke the silence."For the record, I've never texted Camille."I looked up at him sharply."I've barely spoken to Camille beyond that dinner," he continued. "I was thinking about something you said about the expansion model the entire time she was talking."I stared at him. "Seriously?"He nodded and put the document down on the desk and took off his reading glasses."I've been thinking about things you've said in meetings for about fourteen months," he added. "In case you were wondering.”The air in the room changed, and I suddenly felt warm. I continued
(Daniel's POV)Emma was on the swings when my phone buzzed.It was Sunday afternoon and I'd picked her up from Serena's that morning like I did every week now. We'd been at the park for an hour and she'd already gone down the slide countless times and was now demanding I push her higher on the swings.I pulled out my phone and saw that it was a text from Lena: “I'm free now, you can call.”I pocketed it back and pushed Emma higher. I had even forgotten I texted her earlier asking if we could talk."More!" Emma shouted."If I go any higher and you'll go over the top.""I want to go over the top!""Your dad would kill me."She laughed and I kept pushing until she got tired of the swings and moved on to the climbing structure. Then I used the opportunity to escape and called Lena back."Your CFO thinks I'm Julian," I said when she picked up.There was a pause. "What did you do?""Nothing. That's the point,” I ruffled my hair, trying to hide my frustration.Lena was quiet for a moment. I
(Elena's POV)"The integration timeline seems aggressive."I said during the quarterly planning meeting without looking up from the document in front of me. Daniel was presenting Hart Industries' post-acquisition integration data to the BioGen board, and I'd been listening for the last twenty minutes while taking notes that I didn't really need because I'd already read the entire report twice."It's ambitious, not aggressive. The infrastructure is already in place. We're not building from scratch,” he replied, without pausing."Still. Q2 to Q3 leaves very little margin for complications.""I've accounted for complications in the emergency planning. It's on page seven."I flipped to page seven even though I already knew what was there. He had accounted for it, of a truth.This has been my life for the last six months. Daniel in London for meetings. Me representing BioGen at industry events where Hart Industries also had a presence. Emails back and forth about partnerships, projections







