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Chapter 59: Buying Us Time
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Chris stood near the kitchen island, sleeves rolled up, fingers braced against the marble like he needed something solid beneath him. Derek paced—slow at first, then restless, like a man trying to outrun a thought that kept circling back. Mia hadn’t moved in three minutes. She was still by the window, phone in her hand, the screen dark now. She is heading back to England tomorrow. The word sat in her chest like a stone. Derek stopped pacing. “How bad is it?” She swallowed. “Grandma didn’t want to scare me.” A breath. “Which means it’s worse than she said.” Chris’s jaw tightened. Grandma Morris had said Nathan had Pneumonia. The image of him—laughing, stubborn, refusing milk when he was crying—hit her so sharply she had to press her fingers against her lips. “I need to go,” she said quietly, no one argued. Derek dragged a hand down his face. “Of course you do.” Chris finally pushed away from the counter. He walked toward her slowly, like she might break if he moved too fas
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The office felt different at night.The city lights bled through the glass walls in long silver streaks, turning the boardroom table into a blade of black marble. Allen stood at the head of it, jacket off, sleeves rolled precisely to the same height on both arms. Evelyn Carter sat to Allen’s right, legs crossed, hands folded loosely in her lap. She looked almost bored. Her eyes, though—were sharp. Studying, filing things away.“Sit,” Allen said.Derek did.He placed his phone face down on the table without being asked. His pulse thudded behind his ribs, but his face was steady and neutral.Allen didn’t sit.“I’ll keep this brief.” His voice was even, polished. “There’s movement in the shares.”Derek tilted his head slightly. “Movement is normal. We’re in Q4.”Evelyn’s lips curved faintly. “Not this kind.”Silence stretched. Derek felt it—like a wire tightening between them.Allen leaned forward, palms flat on the table. “Minority shareholders are being approached.”Derek didn’t blink
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Mia sat cross-legged on the floor beside the coffee table, laptop open, printed reports scattered around her like fallen leaves. The lamp beside the couch cast a soft amber circle around her, leaving the rest of the room in shadow. Chris had long since loosened his tie. Derek had gone home hours ago.But she couldn’t stop.The numbers were familiar. She had built this company from nothing but audacity and insomnia. Every expansion, every acquisition , every calculated risk.She knew its pulse.Which is why something felt wrong.Her fingers hovered over the trackpad. She scrolled back.Again.There was a block, dormant.Her breath stilled.Chris was at the kitchen counter behind her, sleeves rolled up, watching without appearing to. He’d been pretending to read emails for the last twenty minutes.“What are you hunting?” he asked quietly.She didn’t answer at first.Just leaned closer to the screen.The glow lit her face from below, sharpening her cheekbones, hollowing her eyes. She loo
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