Riley’s POV The call for a meeting rippled across the floor, and one by one, people began leaving their desks. I shut down the document I had barely started, grabbed my notepad, and followed the stream of colleagues toward the conference room. Inside, the long table was already filling up. The air was serious, tense in the way it always was when Mr. Chambers was the one leading. I slipped into a seat near the middle, flipping open my notepad, trying to match the focused expressions around me. Mr. Chambers stood at the head of the table, adjusting his glasses before speaking. “This next project is critical. We are competing for a deal with a foreign company. Several other firms are chasing it too, so every move we make has to be sharp. Careful planning is the only way we stand a chance.” His words settled over us like a weight. Everyone leaned forward, listening. The room filled with the low murmur of strategies being tossed around—marketing angles, outreach tactics, potential pit
Riley’s POVThe moment I entered my apartment and switched on my phone, I could not put it down again. Notifications flooded the screen like a dam had burst open. Emails, texts, missed calls. Everything I had pushed aside before leaving was stacked on top of me now, heavier than my suitcase. I kept scrolling, answering one message, then another, typing out replies that already felt late.My leave had not been planned, so most people had no idea I was gone. Still, I found a few messages that surprised me. Colleagues checking in, asking if I was alright. I paused over those, reread them once or twice, then moved on quickly before I could think too much about why it mattered.I was halfway through replying to another email when my phone rang. The name on the screen made my chest ease. Grandma. I answered right away, the way I always did.“Grandma,” I said, smiling even though she could not see it.Her voice was warm, soft, and steady. We exchanged greetings, then she invited me over for
Riley’s POVThe vacation felt like it ended before it even began. I sat quietly at the station with Aria beside me, my ticket resting in my hand. My chest felt heavier than I wanted to admit. I tried to hold on to the calm I had found here, the long walks, the sound of the waves, the clean air. But my thoughts kept circling back to everything that had unfolded, things I could not easily push aside no matter how hard I tried.I leaned against Aria’s shoulder and let out a small sigh. “I can’t believe this vacation is already over. I am going to miss this place. The beach, the serenity, even the air feels different here.”Aria turned to me with a quick grin, her voice cutting through my mood. “Forget the air. I am going to miss the food. That alone should be reason enough to stay.”I chuckled softly. It was so like her to lighten the moment without even trying.Viktor, who had been leaning casually against the bench behind us, shifted closer and added, “The food was good, but you both c
Riley's POVI glanced out at the waves, letting the foam curl around my toes as I shifted my weight on the sand. “So, Viktor,” I began, trying to keep my tone casual, “how’s life treating you? Cases, work, everything?”He smirked lightly, brushing sand off his shoes as he followed me along the shoreline. “It’s been busy, it never really slows down. But I don’t mind, it’s the kind of work I enjoy and it keeps me focused.”I nodded, curious despite myself. “And your personal life? Do you ever take breaks, or is it all work?”He laughed softly. “Breaks are rare, but I make time for the people who matters. Speaking of which…” His gaze flicked toward me, and I felt a small stir of unease in my chest. “…how’s Michael?”I hesitated, the Non-Disclosure Agreement" flashing in the back of my mind like a warning sign. “He’s been… supportive, but things are still complicated between us.”Viktor’s expression softened slightly, though a flicker of something unreadable passed over his eyes. “I see,”
Riley’s POV“So you still blink too much when you’re thinking,” Viktor said, his tone soft but teasing.I stopped for a second, caught off guard. “You… noticed that?”A small smile curved on his lips. “I remember everything.”Something tugged in my chest. It was warm, unsettling. The years between us suddenly felt thinner, like they hadn’t been years at all.We strolled barefoot along the beach, shoes dangling from our hands, the water curling gently around our toes. The salty breeze tangled my hair, and I let it, too caught up in the strangeness of walking beside him again.“So tell me,” I asked, glancing at him, “how did you know Michael?”“He’s my client,” Viktor replied, “and also a friend.”I frowned. “Then… how did he know about us?”He looked at the horizon before turning back to me. “Let’s just say, the private investigator he hired to look into your sealed file… was me.“Really?” I responded, my voice laced with shock at the coincidence.“Yes, at first I didn’t recognize the
Sienna’s POVThe garden was quiet except for the faint trickle of water from the marble fountain. I sat opposite Zara, her arms folded, chin slightly raised as if daring me to waste her time. She had Michael’s sharp, scrutinizing eyes when she was angry, but unlike him, she doesn't know yet how to weaponize them properly.I crossed one leg over the other, intentionally unbothered. “I’m not here to waste either your time or mine, Zara. This concerns your brother.”Her brows pinched. “If this is another one of your ploys to worm your way back into his life, save your breath. I don’t trust you.”A quiet laugh slipped out of me. “You don’t have to trust me. Right now, Michael's safety should be the only thing you care about." That made her pause for a few seconds. I leaned in slightly, lowering my voice. “Do you know Riley Jordan’s file is sealed, and that Riley Jordan was never her real name?”Her frown deepened. "What do you mean? If her file is sealed, then it’s confidential. A