LOGINI turned and walked back to my desk without looking at anyone. Still, I could feel the subtle shift in the room. The quiet attention. I sat down, pulled my laptop closer, and stared at the blank screen. I had to write a proposal for a major contract, from start to finish.I exhaled slowly and opened the company database.At first, it looked simple—past contracts, archived proposals, internal reports.Everything was there, just in a way I don't understand.The documents were technical, layered and built on knowledge I didn't have. Terms I had never worked with. Numbers that connected to systems I didn’t fully understand.Still, I kept going, file after file.Trying to piece something together–but nothing connected the way it should.After a while, I stopped and looked up.Across the office, a junior staff sat flipping through documents.I stood and walked over. “You’ve worked with past proposals, right?”He looked up, slightly surprised. “Yes, a few.”“I need access to the full archi
The hallway was dim when I stepped out of Sofia’s room.Quiet in a way that made every thought louder.I closed the door behind me and turned, already halfway to my room when a voice stopped me.“Couldn’t sleep?”I looked up and Damien stood a few steps away, leaning casually against the wall, like he had all the time in the world.I stopped a short distance from him. “Something like that.” His lips curved faintly. “First day and you already look like you’re reconsidering your life choices.”“I’m still deciding.” He tilted his head. “That bad?”A hint of a smile tugged at my lips. “Is it that obvious?”His lips curved faintly, a quiet breath of amusement following.His eyes moved over me. “You don’t look like someone who backs out,” he said.“I don’t.” That seemed to interest him. He straightened, folding his arms.“Most people don’t survive their first day here without looking… defeated.”“And I don’t look defeated?”“No.” His eyes lingered a second longer than necessary. “You loo
I moved instantly, sliding off his lap. One second I was on him, the next I was on my feet, my hand slipping from his chest as I straightened, forcing my expression to stay neutral. For a moment, no one spoke. Iris stood by the door, a file held neatly against her chest. And unlike most people, she didn’t react. No shock, no embarrassment. “I didn’t realize you were occupied,” she said evenly. Leonardo leaned back slightly in his chair, completely at ease. Iris stepped forward as if nothing had happened. “These need your signature,” she said, placing the file on his desk. “They’re due before noon.” He took it without a word, flipping through the pages with quiet precision. He signed each one without rushing, then closed the file and handed it back. “Anything else?” “No,” she took it, her eyes sliding briefly to me. “I’ll get started with her orientation,” she added. Leonardo gave a short nod, already reaching for another document. “Take her,” he said. Iris turned. “C
The name left her lips like she hadn’t said it in a long time.Leonardo didn’t react immediately. He just stood there, expression unreadable, gaze fixed on her like she was something distant.Her hand reached for his arm, but he stepped back before she could touch him.“Don’t,” not loud, but it was enough to make her stop.Her hand froze mid-air, surprise flickered across her face, but she masked it just as quickly.Leonardo didn’t spare her another glance, his attention shifted to me instead.“Have you picked what you need?” he asked.I held his gaze for a second before nodding. “Yes.”“Pack it,” he said to the assistant.The girl behind the counter moved immediately.“And send a selection to the house,” he added. “She’ll choose the rest there.” The assistant nodded quickly, “ yes sir.”The woman’s smile faltered, her eyes moved between us. “You know her?” she asked, unable to hide the disbelief.Leonardo didn’t respond, he turned and walked out. I picked up the dress and followed
The door had barely closed before the silence started bothering me.I stayed on the bed for a moment, staring at nothing. then swung my legs off the bed, pain tugged sharply at my side, but I ignored it.I stepped into the hallway, and it was quieter than it should be.Their voices were already fading, low and distant, I followed slowly, just close enough to hear what they were saying.Their voices were already fading low and distant.I followed, careful and quiet just close enough to catch fragments of what they were saying.They stopped near the end of the corridor, and stepped into a room. The door didn't shut completely.I moved closer, stopping just before the narrow opening.Where is he?” Leonardo asked.“At the Warehouse,” Adrian replied, "sector three.” “Has he said anything?” “No.” There was a brief pause.“Then we’re done with him.” Adrian didn’t respond immediately“Take care of him,” Leonardo added.I felt my chest tighten.My foot shifted slightly against the floor,
The car moved smoothly down the road, the low hum of the engine filling the silence. Adrian drove with steady precision, his eyes fixed ahead, both hands firm on the wheel. Leonardo sat beside me in the backseat, his presence filling the space. I stared out the window, watching the scenery blur past without really seeing it. He hadn’t said a word since we left, and somehow, that was worse than his usual cold remarks. I shifted slightly to glance at him and found him already looking at me, his eyes held mine for a second before he looked away. “You’re not as careless as you pretend to be,” he said. I raised a brow. “That almost sounded like a compliment.” “It isn't,” he replied. “In that room,” he continued, “you noticed things most people wouldn’t, not that quickly.” I shrugged lightly. “Most people weren’t being framed for trying to poison you.” Before he could reply, a loud horn tore through the moment. My head snapped forward, a massive trailer was heading straight f







