Mag-log inOlivia pov;“Fuck, Olivia,” he breathed against my collarbone. “I’ve wanted my hands on you like this all day. Soft and perfect and mine.”I arched into his palms. The heat of his bare chest met my bare skin. He guided me backward onto the sheets. The cool fabric whispered against my back. His mouth closed over one nipple, tongue circling, teeth grazing lightly. A low sound escaped my throat. I felt the wet heat of his mouth and the slow drag of his lips.He unfastened my skirt next, sliding the zipper down the side. The fabric pooled at my hips. I lifted so he could tug it free, then my stockings one by one, rolling them down my thighs and calves until my legs were bare. Last came the lace underwear. He hooked his fingers in the sides and drew them down my hips, past my knees, off my feet. The air felt cool between my legs for a second before his hand settled there, palm warm and sure.“You’re already wet for me,” he said, voice rough. Two fingers slid through my folds, coating thems
Olivia pov;We walked out of the boardroom together, our footsteps echoing in the quiet night hallway. We took the private executive elevator down to the underground parking garage, where Ethan’s dark sedan sat parked under the quiet overhead lights. He opened the passenger door for me, waiting until I was seated comfortably before closing it and climbing into the driver's seat.As he started the engine and pulled out onto the quiet streets of Riverton, the soft glow of the dashboard lit up the dark interior.“I knew you didn't do it,” Ethan said softly, keeping one hand on the steering wheel while reaching across the center console to hold my hand. “Not for a single second did I believe Chloe’s story.”I looked out the window at the passing streetlights, squeezing his hand. “For several years with Damian, whenever something went wrong, he blamed me. He made me feel like I was crazy and incompetent. When security walked me out today, I thought my life was falling apart all over again.
POV: OliviaOlivia, Chairman Hale wants you in the main boardroom at Kingsley Tower right now,” Ethan’s voice came through my phone speaker, clear and steady. “We have the secondary badge logs, and Naomi sent over the call records from Chloe’s desk extension. The board needs to hear your defense before we end this night.”I looked over at Luca and Adrian, who were both sitting across from me at the dining table, surrounded by spread-out folders, printouts, and notes as we worked to sort through the details of the case. Luca gave me a firm nod, pushing my handbag across the polished wood toward me.“Go get your name back, girl,” Luca said, his eyes bright with encouragement.Some minutes later, I stepped out of the private elevator onto the top floor of Kingsley Tower. My heart pounded against my ribs as I walked down the quiet hallway toward the main boardroom. When I pushed the heavy glass doors open, Chairman Victor Hale sat at the head of the long mahogany table, with four other b
POV: Ethan“Call an emergency board meeting right now, Mason,” I said, slamming the printed file onto my desk. “Not tomorrow morning. Tonight.”Mason took a step closer, reading the single typed line at the bottom of the page. “Ethan, it’s past eight o'clock. Most of the board members have already left Kingsley Tower.”“I don't care if they are at home or at dinner,” I answered sharply, straightening my dark suit jacket. “Victor Hale is still in his office on the top floor. Tell him I have the real security logs from last night. If the rest of the board wants to protect this company, they will join us by video call in ten minutes.”Mason looked at me for two seconds, saw that I would not back down, and nodded once. He pulled out his phone and walked toward the hallway to make the calls.I picked up my desk phone and dialed the number Olivia had given me earlier. She answered on the very first ring.“Ethan?” her voice came through the speaker, calm and focused.“I have your file, Olivi
POV Olivia;“Naomi, read those numbers back to me one more time,” I said into my phone, gripping a red pen over my yellow legal pad.“The secondary door badge logs show an entrance swipe at 1:45 AM,” Naomi replied through the phone’s speaker. “And the exit swipe from the executive parking garage was recorded at 2:15 AM. The keycard belongs to Chloe Whitmore.”I drew a thick red circle around the timestamps on my paper. “And what time did Arthur Vret claim my account sent the bidding files to Damian Carter?”“At 2:00 AM sharp,” Naomi answered, her fingers clicking rapidly across her keyboard. “Right in the middle of those few minutes.”Luca sat down across from me at his kitchen table, setting down a mug of warm tea. Adrian stood right behind him, leaning over my shoulder to study the timeline I had built.For a moment, my chest felt tight. Few hours ago, security had escorted me out of Kingsley Tower like a criminal. I could still hear the whispering employees in the lobby, staring at
POV: Ethan;“The board is wrong, Mason, and I am not signing off on this suspension report,” I said, slamming my leather folder shut on the mahogany desk.Mason Grant stood near the floor-to-ceiling glass window of my office, looking down at the rainy streets of Riverton. He turned around slowly, holding a paper mug of lukewarm coffee.“Ethan, you don’t have a choice right now,” Mason said, his voice flat and steady. “Arthur Vret gave Chairman Victor Hale a digital audit log. It shows Olivia’s account accessed the Riverwalk Plaza bid files at 2:00 AM last night. If you overrule the board today, they will think you are covering for your personal secretary. It will look like a conflict of interest.”I stood up from my chair and paced behind my desk. I adjusted my dark tie, feeling a wave of frustration boil inside my chest.“I don’t care how it looks,” I said sharply. “Olivia spent three straight nights preparing those bidding documents. She organized every supply chain matrix by hand.







