FAZER LOGINAlexandreI had always been good at keeping distance.It was one of the first things I had learned about being in my position.Distance from employees.Distance from investors.Distance from people who wanted something from me.Distance from anyone who mistook access to my life for permission to become part of it.It made things easier.Cleaner.Safer.So when I walked into the company that morning, I had already decided exactly how I would treat Lena.Like everyone else.Professionally.Nothing more.Nothing less.I stepped through the glass doors of the main entrance, exchanging brief greetings with the security team before moving toward the elevators."Good morning, Mr. Laurent.""Morning."I kept walking.The lobby was already busy.Employees moved in every direction, carrying files, speaking into phones, rushing toward meetings.I barely noticed any of them.Until my eyes found her.Lena.She was standing near the reception desk with two folders tucked against her side.She was l
POV: LenaI had made one decision before stepping through the glass doors of Laurent International that morning.I would be professional.Completely professional.No thinking about Paris.No remembering the way Alexandre Laurent had looked at me across the lobby.No wondering why my heart still stumbled whenever I heard his name.And absolutely no becoming—the woman who kissed the CEO.I tightened my grip on the folder and headed for the elevators.I was Lena Hart.An employee.Nothing more.The doors opened. I stepped inside with several other employees and fixed my eyes on the glowing numbers overhead.Someone discussed the international partnership. Another complained about the negotiations and the workload they had created.I listened without hearing.My thoughts were already upstairs, on the documents waiting for me.Good.Work was safe.Work didn't ask questions. It didn't make me remember a Parisian night I'd spent weeks pretending meant nothing.The elevator stopped. I steppe
Alexandre "Hello, Lena." The moment the words left my mouth, I realized how strange they sounded. Too familiar for two people who hadn't spoken since Paris. Too simple for everything that had happened between us. She didn't answer immediately. She just stared at me. I couldn't blame her. I hadn't expected to see her either. I had known she worked for the subsidiary. I'd read her name. I'd seen her photograph in the employee file. I'd seen the reports her department submitted. I'd known exactly which division she belonged to. But none of that had prepared me for this. Seeing her in person was different. Completely different. In Paris, she had been a woman in a blue dress standing beneath warm lights, looking at me as though she had forgotten for one reckless moment that the world existed outside that room. Here, she looked like someone else. Not a different woman. The same woman. But changed. She stood with several folders pressed against her
LenaI arrived at L&L firms earlier than I usually did.Not because I had suddenly become the kind of person who enjoyed arriving before everyone else.I simply didn't want to spend another morning rushing through the entrance with my bag slipping from my shoulder and my thoughts already ten steps ahead of me.I wanted to start the day calmly.I pushed open the glass doors and stepped into the lobby.The difference was immediate.Something was happening.People were moving faster than usual.Employees crossed the wide lobby carrying folders, tablets, and phones. Some spoke quietly into headsets while others stood together in hurried conversations before disappearing toward the elevators.Even the reception desk seemed busier.I slowed for a moment.My eyes moved across the room."What happened?" I asked Nadia as she passed me.She stopped."You're early.""I've been told that's a good thing."She smiled."Very good thing today."I frowned."Why?"She glanced toward the elevators."Int
LenaMy first week at L&L firms began with one simple decision.I was going to make this work.Not because I needed to prove anything to the people who had doubted me.Not because I wanted to erase what happened with Daniel.And definitely not because I wanted anyone to look at me and think I had somehow managed to land a job because of the man I kissed in Paris.I needed this job because it was mine.That was enough.I stood in front of the mirror that Monday morning, smoothing the front of my blouse before reaching for my handbag.The outfit was professional without being uncomfortable: a deep-colored blouse tucked into tailored trousers, a pair of low heels, and small earrings that Maya had insisted made me look "dangerously competent."I looked at myself one last time.As a plus-size woman, I had learned to be conscious of how clothes sat on my body. Some outfits made me feel like I was trying too hard to hide myself. Others made me feel as though I had to spend the entire day adj
AlexandreParis had a way of making everything feel controlled.From the glass walls of my office, the city looked almost perfectly arranged. Cars moved through the streets below in steady lines. People disappeared into buildings, emerged from cafés, crossed intersections, and continued toward destinations I would never know.Everything had its place.Everything had a reason.I preferred it that way.My attention should have been on the expansion agreement waiting on my desk.Instead, I found myself staring at a quarterly operational report from one of Laurent International's subsidiaries.I turned another page.Numbers.Performance projections.Regional growth.Nothing unusual.Until I saw the name again.Lena Hart.I stopped.It wasn't even a major mention.She had contributed to a client coordination report attached to the regional team's update. Her name appeared beneath a section concerning delayed documentation from one of the company's local partners.I read the paragraph once.







