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He and I Could Never Happen

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Jade

My mother called at twelve thirty.

I was standing on the sidewalk outside the Meridian Tower with my portfolio case in my hand and the Wednesday afternoon crowd moving around me and the Calloway meeting still sitting fresh in my chest. I had been trying to decide between walking back to the showroom or getting a cab when her name lit up my screen.

I answered because I always answered my mother.

“I saw it,” she said immediately. No preamble. No hello. Just those three words delivered with t
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    JadeHe moved before I registered that he was moving.One moment he was standing by the bedside table with his hand flat on the marble surface and the cracked glass beside it, and the next he was in front of me, and his hand was around my wrist, and the distance between us was nothing.Not violent. The grip said, “Stay in the way,” which left no room for interpretation.I went still.His jaw was working. His eyes had something in them that I had never seen there and could not categorize and did not trust myself to look at for too long. He was breathing differently from how he always breathed, harder than his usual, and his fingers around my wrist were not steady.“Hayes,” I kept my voice level.He said nothing. He looked at me the way a person looks when they have words that will not come, when whatever they need to say is stuck somewhere between knowing it and being able to let it out, and the effort of that is visible in every line of their face.I waited.“Don’t,” he said finally.

  • The Billionaire's Biggest Regret    The Glass

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    JadeI took one step.That was as far as I got.The pain came back so fast and so completely that it took my next step before I could take it. I stopped on the sidewalk with one hand pressed hard against my side, and I breathed through it the way I had been breathing through it for the last twenty minutes, and I waited for it to do what it had done before, dull at the edges and give me back enough function to keep moving.It did not dull.I was aware of Hayes still standing there. I had turned away from him and taken my one step, and now I was standing frozen on the pavement outside someone’s brownstone at eight in the evening in November, and the pain was not dulling, and my vision was developing a quality I did not trust.I heard him take a step toward me.“Ms. Ellis.”I put my hand out. Not toward him. Just out. The gesture that means stop, I have this, I do not need you here.He stopped.I focused on the next breath. Then the one after that. My bag was on my shoulder, and I needed

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    JadeI spent the rest of Thursday telling myself it was nothing.I spent Friday telling myself the same thing with slightly less conviction. By Saturday I had moved on from telling and was simply working, which was the more reliable of the two approaches. The spring collection had a deadline that did not care about Hayes Calloway or involuntary steps taken on midtown sidewalks or any of the other things my mind kept returning to despite my clear and repeated instructions for it to stop.I worked through the weekend. By Monday I had the collection in a shape I was satisfied with and a folder of correspondence that needed responses and the particular quiet exhaustion of someone who had successfully buried themselves in something and was now emerging to find the world exactly where they left it.Dana called Monday afternoon.“The Calloway Group sent a follow up,” she said. “Not through Diane’s office. Directly. From Hayes’s assistant.”I stopped what I was doing. “What did it say?”“Just

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  • The Billionaire's Biggest Regret    Don't Mess With Me

    JadeThe recording was still going.Lena’s voice continued coming through the phone speaker at the center of the breakfast table, clear and unhurried, saying the things she had said at the pool the night before in the specific low voice she had used so that nobody else would hear. Everybody at the table could hear now. The ocean below the terrace was audible in the gaps between her words. A gull. The distant sound of a boat.I’m about to go back to my room. Drop it off when you come up. I moved rooms; I’m in the ocean suite. Room 304.The number hung in the morning air.Room 304.Hayes’s room.I watched Lena’s face while the recording played. The color had left it entirely. She was very still, the way people go still when they are calculating and finding that the numbers are not working out the way they were supposed to. Her eyes were on the phone in the middle of the table and her fingers were around her coffee cup and she was holding it in the specific tense way of someone deciding

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