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A Week Away, A Past Too Close
Date de publication:
2026-02-08 23:28:15
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The video opened with a small sound from the computer speaker, a thin hiss of static that instantly tightened the skin at the back of my neck.The screen showed my office lobby from an upper corner. Reception camera. The quality was good, too good for something that was supposed to catch only lost people looking for the bathroom and couriers carrying fabric samples.The digital clock in the lower-right corner read: 14:21:47.Amélie sat behind the desk, her blonde hair pinned neatly up, navy blazer, normal face. Too normal. She was typing something, maybe an email, maybe a schedule, maybe a message to her boyfriend who always sent cheap flowers every Friday. I had seen the bouquet before. Red roses with baby’s breath. A visual crime.I moved the video forward a little.14:22:03.The lobby door opened.I stopped breathing for one second.The man walked in without hurry.Dark gray jacket. Black pants. Thin black gloves. A black cap covered his hair. His face was almost entirely hidden by
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Daniella left the file on my desktop.“CCTV_lobby_14-32.mp4,” she had said earlier, quietly. “I also saved a backup on the office drive. The timestamp matches. The courier came in at two twenty-two and left at two twenty-four.”I only nodded.“Boss?”“I heard you.”“Do you want me to stay with you?”“No.”She didn’t leave right away. Daniella was too smart to just walk out, too loyal to stay without permission. So she stood in the doorway of my office with her tablet hugged to her chest, her eyes moving from my face to the computer screen, then to the desk drawer where I had put the black envelope.“I’ll be outside,” she said finally.“Good.”“If you need anything…”“I need a life written by someone with a better sense of humor.”“Okay. Fair.” She closed the door.The click was small.It still sounded like something being locked.Now I was alone in my office, sitting in a chair too large and too comfortable for a woman currently considering a list of people she wanted to destroy legal
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I didn’t look back when I left the meeting room.That mattered. It mattered very much. There were small things a woman had to preserve when her life was trying to fold itself into humiliating origami. Not looking back was one of them. Not speeding up her steps, either. Not touching her own chest to make sure her heart was still in place. Not thinking about the palm of my hand that had just pressed against Sebastian’s shirt and discovered, with spectacular biological insult, that the man’s body was still warm.Daniella attached herself to my side the second I reached the end of the corridor. “Boss?” she asked quietly.“I’m fine.”“I haven’t asked yet.”“You were going to.”She pressed her lips together, holding back what was most likely an unhealthy comment for office hours.“The car?” I asked.“Ready. But what about Mr. Romano?”“I left him in his natural habitat.”“An expensive room with white flowers and emotional pressure?”“Exactly.”Daniella looked down at her tablet, but I saw h
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Henri Vasseur was still holding his folder, but his fingers had lost their neatness. One corner of the paper bent under his thumb. Claire Besson looked at Sebastian with an expression I couldn’t quite call fear. Matteo Orsini, the nation’s dehydrated man, finally lifted his glass of water.Luc Marchand looked like someone who had just watched a small bomb go off in the middle of the table and, tragically, admired the shape of the explosion.Sebastian went silent again after his last sentence.I shifted my tablet slightly and opened the next slide, as if no legal advisor had just been verbally beaten so badly his spine was asking for leave.“If the gossip strategy portion is over,” I said, “we can get back to what actually determines this property’s selling value. The private corridor.”“Please,” Claire said, blinking.I continued.This time, no one interrupted with terms like reputational safety or conflict of interest or any of the other phrases rich people used to describe their pani
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I walked ahead of Sebastian because if he walked in front of me, I would feel escorted, and if he walked beside me, I would remember our knees in the car. Two bad options. I chose the third: pretending I had control.Daniella was standing in front of the salon door with a tablet in her hand and the face of someone who had just been asked to save the company, the reputation, and possibly her boss’s life within one work hour.Her eyes dropped to me, then lifted to Sebastian.Only for a fraction of a second.Long enough to ask silently: Why is this expensive man here?I answered with a look: Don’t ask if you still value your life.“The buyer is already inside,” she said quietly. “Luc arrived five minutes ago. There are two representatives from the buyer’s side, one legal advisor, and one... I don’t know. They said family office.”“I don’t know?” I repeated.“A man in a dark blue suit who hasn’t touched his mineral water. So clearly he’s either dangerous or dehydrated.”I almost smiled. A
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A few hours later, Poppy had been moved to the family room sofa with a light blanket, Bunny tucked under one arm, and an iPad playing cartoons at a lowered volume after Salma threatened to send the cartoon characters to boarding school. She was still complaining about gelato every twenty minutes, but her tone had gone lazier. A good sign.I had shifted into the mood of a woman who had to face a private Montreux buyer without killing anyone.The meeting was being held at a boutique hotel near Carré d’Or. Not the project site, just neutral ground with a private salon discreet enough for big-money conversations and pretty enough to make people forget everyone inside was assessing one another like expensive fish in an aquarium.I stood in the foyer, sliding my tablet, a slim folder, lipstick, and a charger into my black leather bag. Daniella had already texted three times.[Daniella: Buyer confirmed. They’re already at the hotel.][Daniella: Luc isn’t there yet, but his assistant is.][Da
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