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The phone rang just as I was tightening my tie for the office.
"George, I need to see you today." Theodore's voice came through the speaker, rough and strained. I could hear the weight of each breath.
"Before you go to the office," he added. "Come to the estate first."
The call ended before I could ask what was wrong. I stared at my phone for a moment. I didn't know why he suddenly wanted to see me, but I didn't waste time trying to guess.
I adjusted
KARLGraham reached out to open the first folder as he stood up beside Theodore."Effective immediately, Karl Hawthorne is removed from his position as Chief Executive Officer of the Hawthorne Group," he read, his voice clear and professional. "He is also removed from any executive authority granted to him by the board."I kept my eyes fixed on him, my hands sliding deep into my suit pockets."Continue," Theodore whispered.Graham turned the page."Under the trust instructions executed by Theodore Hawthorne, any inheritance previously intended for Karl Hawthorne is revoked."I looked at my father, my jaw locking. Beside me, Ellen had gone entirely quiet. Graham reached for the second blue folder and opened the cover."Ellen Hawthorne," he continued, looking down at the text. "Theodore Hawthorne has initiated divorce proceedings against you on the grounds of theft and financial mismanagement."Elle
KARLTwo o'clock.I checked my watch again. More than an hour had passed since my father ordered Ellen and me out of the boardroom."Go to the estate," he'd said. "Wait for me."That was all he'd given us. No explanation followed his words. There was no indication of why he needed us out of the boardroom so abruptly.I was still trying to understand what was happening in that meeting. Had the board decided I was no longer fit to run the company? The questions irritated me almost as much as the waiting.I was the CEO of the Hawthorne Group. Whatever problems the company faced, I was the one expected to deal with them. Theodore had no right to shut me out of a meeting and leave me sitting here like a child waiting to be summoned. If he had something to say to me, he could say it to my face instead of hiding behind a closed door.I glanced at Ellen. She sat across from me on the sofa, her handbag resting on her lap. She hadn't said anyth
GEORGEThe phone rang just as I was tightening my tie for the office."George, I need to see you today." Theodore's voice came through the speaker, rough and strained. I could hear the weight of each breath."Before you go to the office," he added. "Come to the estate first."The call ended before I could ask what was wrong. I stared at my phone for a moment. I didn't know why he suddenly wanted to see me, but I didn't waste time trying to guess.I adjusted my tie, picked up my keys, and left.The butler showed me into the study, where Theodore sat behind his desk. His cane rested beside his chair, and his face looked more tired than it had the last time I saw him."These may be my final days, George," he began. His voice was weak, but his eyes remained fixed on me. "The doctors gave me a year, but with everything happening now, I don't know if I'll even have that long."He paused, drawing a slow breath."The compa
LEILAThe silver head of Theodore’s cane remained completely still against the concrete floor. I looked him straight in the eyes, refusing to let my focus waver for even a fraction of a second. "No," I said clearly. "The baby isn't Karl's."My hand went flat against the soft fabric covering my stomach as the silence in the room became heavy. Theodore didn't move. He studied my face for a long moment, his gray eyes drilling into my features as if waiting for me to take back what I'd just said. My pulse drummed a rapid rhythm against my ribs, but I kept my breathing level under his sharp scrutiny. "Are you sure, Leila?" he asked, his raspy whisper breaking the quiet. "Yes, I'm sure," I replied, holding his gaze without a single flinch. His eyes stayed on mine for another moment, cold and deep. I couldn't tell whether he believed me, but the pressure behind his stare slowly receded, and he didn't ask another question. "I see," he said. His thin fingers loosened slightly around th
LEILA"Welcome to the team, Ms. Stonne.""The pleasure is mine, Mr. Clinton," I said. My voice came out steady, carrying a confidence that was only just beginning to feel real. The fountain pen scraped across the final line of the joint venture contract with Clinton Infrastructure Group. The sharp scratch sounded clear in the quiet room, sealing a multi-million-dollar partnership that gave Stonne Development Corp full partnership for all their upcoming projects. I stood up and extended my hand across the wide conference table, shaking hands with Mr. Clinton and his two team members, who both offered respect in their grips. Beside me, Rita, my new secretary, smiled as she gathered the signed folders from the table, while Doreen was full of smiles as she led the partners out of the conference hall. "Congratulations, Ma'am," Rita said softly, stacking the last file under her arm. "Thank you, Rita," I replied, a wave of profound relief washing over me. I walked down into my office
KARL"She's with me now."I turned to George, my eyes narrowing as his words echoed in my ears. As if she'd been waiting on a shelf for him to claim her the second I let her go. He met my stare without flinching. For a moment, I couldn't speak. I should have felt nothing. I was the one who walked away from the marriage. Yet, with my father watching me from his chair, something twisted painfully deep in my chest. A wave of humiliation burned behind my ribs. I pictured her head tipped back in easy laughter at the Aurelia, George's arms wrapped around her waist from behind, his chin resting lightly against her hair. I pushed the image away, forcing my fingers to uncurl against my knee as I stared back down at the floorboards. ***The next morning, I had barely taken my seat behind my desk when I noticed the office was empty. There were no schedules laid out. There were no files waiting for my approval. Nothing. I looked out toward my secretary's desk through the partition, but she
EVELINA Dominic.For a second, I thought it would be Julian. Or Theodore. Or nobody.Hotel hallways were always full of people coming and going. Most of the time, nobody looked twice at you.But Dominic was walking toward me. His hands were in his pockets, his expression flat and unreadable. He st
EVELINA The door opened.Aria Vance walked in with one hand resting lightly on Julian’s arm. She glanced around the table easily, already smiling before anyone spoke.Julian looked across the room. His eyes passed over me without stopping before settling on his parents.“Dad. Mum.” A beat. “ This
EVELINA The corridor felt different when I stepped out of Dr. Yuen’s office.People were moving faster. Reception staff straightened behind their desks. Nurses glanced toward the entrance like they were expecting someone important.A name passed quietly through the hallway. “Aria Vance.”I kept wa
EVELINA The notification was still on my screen when I woke up.CONGRATULATIONS. YOU HAVE QUALIFIED FOR THE APEX URBAN PRIZE. Final submission window: 7 days.I stared at it through a few hours of broken sleep and the dull ache climbing up the back of my neck.Outside the studio windows, the sky h







