Mag-log inKylieThe first thing I did after the board meeting ended was call a press conference. I had already prepared for the possibility that the vote would go Arnold’s way, and the media team was waiting in one of the smaller boardrooms downstairs. There was no point allowing rumors to spread before we had the chance to shape the narrative ourselves.By the time I stepped in front of the cameras, I had already composed my face into the calm expression everyone expected from me.“Effective immediately, KF will be undergoing a temporary leadership transition,” I announced. “Arnold Kensington will assume the role of Chief Executive Officer while the company addresses certain internal matters.”The questions came almost immediately.“Why is Jordan Kensington stepping down?”“Is this connected to the internal audit?”“Are there criminal allegations involved?”“Was the board unanimous in its decision?”I expected every one of them. I answered none.“This is a private matter involving the company
JordanA chill moved through me. “That’s impossible.”“Is it?” The rep countered.“Yes.”He pressed a control, and another document filled the screen.“My credentials may have been used, but I did not authorize those transfers.”The representative’s voice hardened. “The audit trail says otherwise.”I looked at the screen, searching desperately for some mistake in the records. There had to be one. Then I saw my name. Not buried somewhere in a department code or listed as a supervising executive. My name was attached directly to one of the transaction approvals.The representative folded his hands on the table.“So let me summarize the situation for the board. Seventy million dollars disappears in three months. The losses begin during the same period Marie Sue joins KF. This is the same employee connected to a food poisoning scandal that nearly exposed the company to litigation. You admit that you knew funds were disappearing but chose not to inform the board, and now at least one of th
JordanThe emergency board meeting was scheduled for eight that morning, and if I had not been completely wasted the night before, I probably would have seen the email notifying everyone about it. Instead, I had slept through the warning and woken up to a crisis already waiting for me.As the car sped toward the company, I read through the report on my phone, trying to make sense of what I was seeing. Stolen funds, Misappropriated accounts, and Unexplained transfers.The words blurred together the longer I stared at them, but one question kept circling in my mind. Why did any of this warrant calling for my resignation?I had not stolen anything. If anything, I had spent months using my own personal money to plug holes in the company’s finances, trying to keep problems contained before they reached the board. Had no one considered that? Did the shareholders even know how much of my own money I had poured into KF just to keep certain departments from collapsing?By the time the car pull
JordanI slumped into the chair and released a harsh breath, dragging a hand over my face as though I could somehow wipe away the weight pressing against my chest. Levi sat across from me, leaning forward with his hands clasped together, watching me with an expression I could not quite read.After Marie Sue had driven a dagger straight through my heart, I had gone upstairs to my study and shut the door behind me. At first, I thought I could drink the pain into submission. I had poured myself a glass, then another, hoping the burn of alcohol would dull the sound of her words replaying in my head. Instead, each drink seemed to sharpen them.Within minutes, I had called Levi.Now that he was sitting in front of me, I was beginning to regret that decision. There was something irritating about the way he kept studying me, as though he were trying to decide whether I was heartbroken, drunk, pathetic, or all three. I shifted in my seat and glared at him, already feeling the alcohol loosen my
KylieI watched with quiet dissatisfaction as Arnold arrived that evening, looking far too composed in a crisp blue shirt that seemed freshly ironed. There was something almost irritating about how put-together he looked while I was still struggling into the dress Maya had somehow managed to bring me after I arrived at the hospital.I wished he had dressed so carefully because he had been out there trying to fix our problems. I wished the calmness in his appearance meant he had found some solution, some way to ease the burden that had been crushing us. But, alas, I could only wish. Knowing Arnold, there was every possibility that instead of solving anything, he had gone and created yet another problem for me to deal with.He leaned casually against the doorframe and looked at me.I studied his face, searching for something—worry, fear, grief, anything that might tell me what was going through his mind. Then I noticed the way his eyes moved toward the hospital bed.It was only a brief
Marie Sue “I can't…” I whispered. “I'm sorry.”I kept my eyes fixed on my fingers as they intertwined nervously in my lap. I couldn't bring myself to look at Jordan. If I did, I knew I would lose whatever little strength I had left to go through with this.Jordan got to his feet and began pacing around the room, running his fingers through his hair. He looked frustrated, but beneath the frustration, I could see how deeply hurt he was. After a moment, he took off his glasses and dropped them onto the table.Then he turned to face me.“You have a contract with us, too. Remember?”I swallowed hard.“Jordan…”“You can't just leave like that.”“Jordan!” My voice rose with pain. Couldn't he see that this was hard for me too? Couldn't he see that every word I was saying was hurting me just as much as it was hurting him?“Why?” I asked, my voice breaking. “I failed the probationary period, after all. The only reason I'm there is because of you, and I can't keep depending on that.”He stared
Marie Sue's POV I limped into my apartment only to find it unrecognizable. My furniture had been ripped apart, my pillows sliced in two and my coffee table in splinters. Those loanshark assholes! I cursed them all the way to the moon as I arranged what was left of my living room. When I was done
Marie Sue's POVRunning in broad daylight wearing a coffee-stained T-shirt that said ‘fuck me’ and grey sweatpants was not on my to-do-list. But when the loan sharks you borrowed from come knocking at your door demanding their money while holding weapons, all you have to do is run. And that's why I
Marie Sue's POV We were here.A long, tree-lined driveway stretched ahead of us, the trees too perfect to be real, their branches softly illuminated by distant lights. The Kensington Mansion came into view then; a sprawling, white stone building with gold detailing and vast windows that reflected
Marie Sue's POV I drummed my fingers against my laps absentmindedly and didn't notice when Jordan parked the car until Lara announced.“We're here.” She said with excitement.Yay, I guess.I stepped out of the car and rounded it to join Lara and Jordan.My brows furrowed. Why were we standing in f







