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Graham’s Point Of ViewThe silence after my last words hadn’t settled yet. It was still hanging there… thick, stretched, almost visible, when the door opened again.I turned fast.Too fast.A part of me already knew it wasn’t Scott. He wouldn’t come back that quickly. He wasn’t the type to circle back unless he had something concrete. And Scott never came back empty-handed.Still, some stupid part of my brain hoped.But the second I saw her, that thin, fragile hope snapped clean in half.Lillian.Of course.Because apparently today had decided subtlety was overrated.She stood there framed in the doorway, one hand resting instinctively under her belly, the other clutching a tote bag like it meant something. Her eyes lit up the moment they landed on me… soft, warm, completely out of sync with the storm still raging inside my head.“Graham,” she said gently, like the name alone was supposed to soften me.It didn’t.If anything, it made everything worse.She walked toward me without hesi
Graham’s Point Of View“Everything has been leading to a dead end.”The words didn’t land softly. They dropped into the room like something heavy and metallic, the kind that didn’t bounce… just hit and stayed there, cold and final.For a second I genuinely thought I’d misheard him.“What?” The word tore out of me before I could stop it.Scott didn’t answer immediately. He was still staring at the screen like maybe it might suddenly feel guilty and confess. Lines of code kept crawling upward, bright and alive, but useless. Completely useless. All that motion, all that complexity, and nothing behind it. Just… blank.My chair scraped loudly against the floor as I stood up. I didn’t even remember deciding to move. One second I was sitting, lungs tight, stomach hollow, the next I was on my feet, blood rushing hard enough that I could hear it in my ears.“That’s—” I dragged a hand over my face, pacing once before turning back to him. “That’s unbelievable.”Scott finally looked at me.Not sm
Graham’s Point Of ViewThe phone stayed in my hand long after the screen dimmed.Tick… Tock.The words echoed in my head like a hammer striking metal… slow, deliberate, impossible to ignore. I read them again. And again. As if repetition would change their meaning, soften their edge, reveal some hidden joke I was missing.Nothing changed.My thumb hovered over the number. Unknown. No contact name. No country code that made sense. No history. Just… nothing. Like it had materialized out of thin air.“Who the fuck are you?” I muttered.I checked the message details, then the number itself, fingers moving faster now, irritation bleeding into unease. No trace. No identifier. No call-back information.That shouldn’t have been possible.My jaw clenched.People didn’t pull out of multimillion-dollar projects without a reason. They didn’t pay penalties that large just to walk away clean. And they definitely didn’t do it all at once, like dominos falling in a neat, deliberate line.This wasn’t
Graham’s Point Of ViewThe office felt too tight.Too quiet.Too clean.I noticed it the moment I sat down… how the walls seemed closer than usual, how the glass windows reflected too much light, too much of me. Everything was in its place, polished, orderly, perfect. And it pissed me off.I sat behind my desk with my jaw locked so tight it hurt, shoulders tense, fingers flipping through a stack of folders like I was looking for a fight inside the pages. The air-conditioning hummed softly, a low, irritating sound that did nothing to cool the heat crawling under my skin. My suit jacket was off, tossed carelessly over the back of the chair. My tie was loosened just enough to feel like a weakness, like a concession I hadn’t earned.Paper after paper.Numbers.Signatures.Projections.Normally, this was my domain. This was where I breathed easily. Where control came naturally. Where nothing slipped through my fingers.But none of it was sinking in.My pen scratched aggressively against th
Elena’s Point Of View“Let him go, Jaxx,” I said clearly, every syllable deliberate, sharp enough to cut through the air between us. “Else I won’t talk to you agan.”Silence.Not the comfortable kind. Not the awkward kind either.The dangerous kind.He didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Didn’t even loosen the grip of his body caging mine against the car. His eyes stayed locked on my face, dark and assessing, like he was studying something rare… something unpredictable.For a moment… just a moment, I wondered if I’d gone too far.Then he huffed out a low breath.And chuckled.A slow, rough sound that vibrated straight through me.“Fuck,” he muttered, tilting his head back slightly before bringing his gaze back to mine. “You’re so damn sexy whenever you’re annoyed. Christ.”I glared at him so hard my eyes almost hurt. “Seriously?”That only amused him more.He leaned in closer, his chest brushing mine, his voice dropping to something intimate and dangerous. “Say that again,” he murmured. “Give
Elena’s Point Of View“But,” he added, eyes flicking briefly in the direction Marco had been dragged, voice calm as ever, “that’s if they would accept him.”I gasped.It slipped out of me before I could stop it, sharp and disbelieving, my hand tightening around his arm as if that alone could anchor me to reality.“Are you kidding me?” I blurted, staring up at him like I’d just discovered he spoke an entirely different language from the rest of humanity. “Jaxx… what the hell is wrong with you?”His smile widened.Not rushed. Not apologetic. Just slow and deliberate, like my outrage was a familiar tune he enjoyed humming along to.He stepped closer, invading my space without warning, without asking. One second there was air between us, the next his hands were looping around my waist, warm and firm, settling there like they belonged. Like they’d always belonged.My body betrayed me instantly.My hands rose on instinct, fingers curling into his arms, gripping fabric, muscle… something sol







