LOGIN(Meghan’s POV)I woke to movement outside my room.At first, I ignored it. The house was usually busy in the mornings, with staff preparing breakfast and moving between rooms. But when the footsteps continued and voices drifted through the hallway, my curiosity finally got the better of me.When I reached the main hallway, I immediately noticed the difference. More staff than usual were moving through the house, carrying trays, boxes, and decorations. Whatever was happening clearly wasn’t part of the normal routine.I spotted Vivian near the garden and waited until she finished speaking with a staff member before approaching her.“What’s going on?” I asked, glancing toward the house. “Why is everyone running around this morning?”Vivian looked at me with mild surprise.“I thought you knew?”“Knew what?”She stared at me for a moment, and the realization on her face made me uneasy.“Meghan… it’s Adrian’s birthday.”The words took a second to register.Adrian’s birthday was today, and I
Adrian’s POVMeghan stared at me, the surprise on her face making it obvious that she hadn’t expected those words. Her eyebrows lifted, and she leaned forward slightly, like she needed to make sure she’d heard me correctly.“Who?”I dropped my eyes to my hands, rubbing my thumb slowly across my palm as I tried to get the words out. Saying his name still brought back more than I wanted to deal with.“His name was Daniel.”Meghan went quiet. The curiosity in her face disappeared, replaced by something more careful as she watched me. She had never seen me talk about whatever had happened before, and I could tell she was trying to understand the change in me.I drew in a slow breath, letting the old memories surface despite my attempt to keep them buried. For a brief moment, I stayed there with my eyes on my hands, trying to steady myself before I continued.“I was already working closely with my father then. There was a major project the company was handling, and I was responsible for ove
(Adrian’s POV)I stared at Naomi, annoyed enough that I didn’t bother hiding it. She knew exactly what she was doing, and bringing up my old engagement in front of Meghan was the last thing I needed.Naomi watched me for a second, then glanced at Meghan before looking back at me. There was a little satisfaction in her face, like she’d finally found a way to put me on the spot.Meghan was still standing beside the chair, looking between us with a confused frown. She hadn’t moved since Naomi dropped the question, and I could tell she was waiting for me to explain.Naomi leaned back against her desk and folded her arms.“Well?” she asked.I turned to Meghan, my eyes going straight to hers.“Meghan—”“No.”She didn’t look away. She just stared at me, and I knew immediately that Naomi’s words had landed exactly where she wanted them to.“You were engaged to Naomi?”I opened my mouth, then stopped. I had no idea how to explain this without making it sound worse than it already was.Meghan ke
Megan POVThe second day came, and somehow, I had finished the assignment Naomi had given me.I had spent almost every free hour on it since she handed it over. I worked through lunch, stayed up later than I should have, and went over the numbers so many times that by the end, I could barely look at another spreadsheet without wanting to throw my laptop across the room.When I finally saved the completed file, I sat back in my chair and stared at the screen for a few seconds.I was exhausted.My shoulders ached from sitting in the same position for hours, and I had a headache pressing behind my eyes. Still, seeing the completed assignment sitting in front of me made me smile.Naomi had given me two days because she clearly thought I wouldn’t manage it.She had probably expected me to come back with excuses, ask for an extension, or admit that the work was beyond me.Instead, I had finished it.I checked the final figures one more time before closing the laptop. I was too tired to celeb
(Adrian’s POV)I left Meghan at her desk with the image of those plans still in my mind.Two days.I knew enough about Harbor Point to understand what Naomi had handed her. The interior work wasn’t something that could be pulled together by flipping through a few layouts and choosing finishes. Every decision affected another part of the project, and the final package would have to be reviewed before it went anywhere near the client. Even if Meghan worked without stopping, there was barely enough time to get through the first stage properly, let alone prepare something that could survive Naomi’s scrutiny.Meghan had tried to explain it calmly, but I could hear the strain in her voice. She hadn’t asked me to interfere. She hadn’t even complained about Naomi. She had simply told me what she had been given and gone back to work. I could still picture the way she had turned back toward her screen afterward, already trying to figure out where to begin.That bothered me more than if she ha
(Meghan’s POV)I returned to my desk with Naomi’s folder tucked under my arm and set it beside my laptop. For a moment, I just looked at it.Two days.I pulled the chair closer and opened the folder again, this time with a pen in my hand. If I was going to finish the project within the deadline, I needed to know exactly what I was dealing with before I started making decisions.The first section contained the existing layouts for the major spaces. I went through them carefully, checking the dimensions against the notes from the proposal. Some areas needed only minor adjustments, while others would require more thought. The sitting areas had to work with the circulation around them. The bedrooms needed to feel comfortable without wasting space, and the common areas had to connect without making the entire interior feel repetitive.I moved to the next section.The interior concept would have to carry through all of it. The finishes, materials, furniture direction, and smaller details co







