LOGINDAMIENThe flight home feels endless.Fourteen hours spent replaying every conversation with Elara over the past two weeks. Every time I chose work over calling her. Every time, I let the distance grow because it was easier than dealing with the mess.Noah is in the seat across from me, working on his laptop."Sir, if you don't mind my saying, you made the right call."I look up. "You think?""Miss Blake is good for you. She grounds you. Reminds you there's more to life than acquisitions and board meetings." He closes his laptop. "I've worked for you for eight years. I've never seen you as... human as you are with her.""Human?""Present. Engaged with something other than work." He gives a rare smile. "It's good. Don't lose that.""I almost did.""But you didn't. I think that's what matters."When we land in New York, it's 6 AM with pouring rain. The city looks gray and unwelcoming.But somewhere in that city is Elara.And suddenly, it's the most beautiful place in the world.ELARAI'
ELARAI'm in the Blackwood conference room, presenting the quarterly marketing results, when my phone vibrates for the third time in ten minutes.I ignore it, clicking to the next slide. "As you can see, the Morrison campaign exceeded projections by thirty-two percent. Social engagement is up, brand awareness has increased in our target demographics—"My phone buzzes again.Jennifer glances at me, concerned. I never take calls during presentations."Excuse me for just one moment." I check the screen.Four missed calls from Damien.My heart stops. He never calls during my work hours. He never interrupts unless...The phone rings again."I'm sorry, I need to take this." I step into the hallway and answer. "Damien? What's wrong?""Nothing's wrong." His voice is strained and tired. "I just... I needed to hear your voice.""I'm in the middle of a presentation...""I know. I'm sorry. I just—" He breaks off. "Can we talk? I mean, a conversation without shutting each other out?""Now?""I kno
ELARA"He still hasn't called?" Jennifer asks, setting a stack of proofs on my desk."He texted this morning. He said he was in meetings all day." I don't mention that the text was two lines. Or that I've checked my phone seventeen times in the last hour."Long-distance relationships are hard," Jennifer offers sympathetically. "Especially when work is involved.""It's not long-distance. It's just a business trip."But it feels like more than that.My phone buzzes. Finally. But it's not Damien—it's a Google alert.Singapore Business Journal: Cross and Tanaka—The Merger That Could Reshape Asia-PacificI click the article. There are photos from yesterday's business forum. Damien in a sharp suit, looking every inch the billionaire CEO. And beside him, Yuki Tanaka.She's stunning. Not just beautiful, but powerful-looking. Confident. The kind of woman who belongs in that world.The kind of woman I'll never be.In one photo, they're laughing together. Her hand is on his forearm. He's leanin
ELARAIt's 2 AM in New York when my phone eventually rings.Damien's face fills the screen, and despite the late hour, I answer immediately."Hey." His voice sounds tired. "Did I wake you?""Couldn't sleep." I sit up, pulling the blanket around me. "How did the meeting go?""Good. Better than expected. The Tanakas are receptive to most of our terms. We're close to finalizing the deal." He pauses. "Yuki Tanaka sends her regards.""Yuki?""Hiroshi's daughter. She's heading up their side of the negotiations. She is very sharp. Have a hand in the restructuring of their entire Pacific division."The admiration in his voice makes my chest tighten; Damien is not easily impressed, but for Damien to speak about her during a limited-time conversation we are having, and with admiration in his voice, rings an alarm in my ears."Sounds impressive.""She is." Another pause. "She took me to lunch today. Some private club. Where we talked about our marketing strategy and positioning.""Just the two o
DAMIENThe Singapore skyline glitters through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my hotel suite—a forest of glass and steel reaching toward a cloudless sky. It's barely 6 AM, but I've been awake for hours, reviewing contracts for the Tanaka merger.Fifteen billion dollars.My phone buzzes with a video call. Elara's face fills the screen, sleepy and beautiful, her dark hair spilling across the pillow."It's almost midnight here," she says, smiling. "Shouldn't you be sleeping?""Meeting with the Tanaka team in three hours. I can't sleep." I loosen my tie and settle into the chair by the window. "How are you? How's the office?""Busy. Jennifer is handling the Morrison account launch. I'm prepping the quarterly presentation." She shifts, and I catch a glimpse of my shirt she's wearing. "I miss you.""I miss you too. Three more days and I'll be home.""Three days feels like forever." Her smile fades slightly. "Are you eating? You look tired.""I'm fine. Just focused." I glance at the stack
DAMIANI wake at 3 AM to an empty bed, and panic spikes through me immediately. I'm on my feet before I'm fully conscious, my heart hammering.Then I hear voices from the living room. Female. Talking quietly.I find Elara and Sophia on the couch, wine glasses in their hands, looking like they've been there for hours."Couldn't sleep?" I ask, leaning against the doorframe.Elara looks up, and her expression softens when she sees me. "I didn't mean to wake you.""You didn't. The empty bed did." I cross to her and drop a kiss on her head. "What are you two conspiring about?""World domination," Sophia says with a slight smile. "The usual.""Should I be worried?""Terrified," Elara murmurs, but she's smiling now, too.I settle beside her and pull her against my side. She fits perfectly, like she always has."Hayes called," I say quietly. "They've cleared everyone hired in the last eighteen months. No connections to Richard. No suspicious financial activity. Clean backgrounds across the bo







