LOGINI have been working diligently for hours. So far almost everyone has gone home. I’ve been sifting though the images and names of the students from the university for awhile now, noting down each one I will be displaying. At my request, the school even provided me with artwork that has been sitting in storage, abandoned by their creators. These go back decades it seems. And then I see it. My center piece. A beautiful statue. A Maine Coon. The precision that was used for this is extraordinary. There are no flaws that I could see. I look for the artists name, but all that’s listed is AJ. I don’t know if that’s just a first name or someone’s initials combined. But regardless, this is what I’ve been looking for. I email the university back with details of all the artwork I’ll be displaying and hit send. My day is done. Tomorrow starts the physical process.
I start to get up to leave when I notice Mr. Jones standing in the doorway. He seems to be waiting for me. “I have all your bags in the car, please allow me to drop you off at your motel”. Surprised, all I could do was give him a nod. As we walk out of the elevator I couldn’t help but notice that the eyes of the remaining employees staring at me again. My mind couldn’t process why. So I pushed the thoughts away. Little did I know, I was still wearing his jacket around my waist. As we pulled up to the motel I couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed. I know it’s not much. Cheap. “Thank you Mr.Jones for dropping me off. I’ll see you at work tomorrow” I say as I start to open the door. “Wait! I would not be comfortable letting you stay here under these conditions Allie. And please, I have introduced myself to you as Atlas during your interview. You may call me by my name whenever we are in private. I’ll admit, your interview is the only one I’ve attended personally, and I didn’t have the intentions of you knowing I was your boss at first. But that’s because I see something in you. As to what that will bring, only time will tell. But as of right now, a friendship is what this is. And I, as your friend, could not let you stay in this place. Go pack your things and settle your bill at the front desk. We will be leaving as soon as you are finished” he said, with a pained look on his face while looking out the window at the crappy motel I’ve been staying at for the past week. Once inside the motel room I begin to pack. I don’t have much. I bag up my shampoos and body wash so that they don’t spill their contents on my clothes in my suitcase. I make sure that everything looks exactly like the way it was when I arrived, I smirked. No. It looks better. I make my way to pay my remaining bill and say my thanks to the owners and exit the building. I return to the car and he’s waiting outside to help me with my bags. I only have one. He srunches his face when he sees me. “Is that all you have?” I give him a weak smile, “yeah, I don’t have much. I only brought the necessities. A few office clothes, some day to day clothing, my computer, and a few books. Everything is packed due to my specifications and fits perfectly in my bag. I had to fly all the way out here you know. Can’t exactly bring an entire house with me”. I laughed lightly. After we put my suitcase in the trunk we were off. “So, um, where exactly will I be staying if you don’t mind me asking. I don’t think it would be appropriate if I took up a room in your place” I said shyly while playing with my fingers. “Well that is the first option. But I also have another place you could stay if that would make you feel more comfortable. Although, I might add that it is a little ways away from the office. But, getting you to and from there isn’t a hassle. I wouldn’t want you to get a cab with the distance. I’ll have a driver ready for you in the morning if you choose to stay there” he said, looking at me, trying to read my expressions. “I think it would be for the best that I stay there. I don’t want to over step. Besides. I’m a noisy sleeper, so I wouldn’t want to keep you up all hours of the night hearing me snore from another room” I said, a look of embarrassment on my face. He started to laugh. “Let me tell you a secret” he leans in to my ear, whispering. “If you were to stay with me, who says you’d be in your own room?”. A look of panic crosses my face as I jolt back. He’s got a wicked grin from ear to ear now. As if sensing my shock, he looks away and tells the driver to go to the apartment he mentioned. And then we were off. It took about 30 minutes to arrive. He was helping me carry the shopping bags while I carried my suitcase. He swiped a card to enter the complex. We walked to the elevator and he pressed the top floor. We waited in silence. It was deafening. As if sensing my unease, he started to whistle. It was a familiar tune. But I couldn’t quite place what it was. It was old, I know that. When we finally reached the floor, and approached the door I memorized the room number. But looking down the short hallway I didn’t seem to notice any other doors. As we walked inside, I dropped the bag that was in my hands. This was, this was too much. The living room was shades of soft green. Sage to be exact. The furniture, all cream. A large flatscreen was on the wall. Leaf shaped coffee tables and matching end tables on either side of the couch and love seat. The floor was light grey wood grain panels. Paintings of rainbow succulents on the walls. Indoor plants hanging from the ceiling. And a cat tower in the back corner and on the wall. I spun in the room. It was beautiful. Perfect. Everything I ever wanted. And yet, almost to the exact specifications to my personal home design that I created. I saw the kitchen next. An antique stove caught my attention. The kitchen is what almost every girl could dream of. Or at least what I dreamed of. I couldn’t hold in my excitement and walked down the hall checking out the large bathroom. It had no showerhead. Confused, I was trying to figure out where the water would come from when I heard a booming voice behind me. “It comes from the ceiling little one” he said laughing at my confusion. But I then turned my focus to rub my hands along the actual stone work of the shower. The placement of the stones wasn’t flush, some stuck out. Perhaps to hold my shampoos maybe. But there were a few that were lower to the ground. Maybe it’s just to add character. I put the thoughts out of my head for a moment and turned to look at him. With a grin on my face. “How? How did you know?” I asked. He formed a smirk once again. And I couldn’t help but go weak for the man before me. “I just had a while guess. But if all this surprises you, perhaps you’d like to check out the bedroom”. At his words I quickly brushed past him and made my way to the next room. Nothing would prepare me for the sight I would see. The first thing I noticed as I walked in was a reading knook in the window, with built in shevles below and beside it. I an my hands across the books. All from my favorite authors, and a few I didn’t recognize. I sat down and tested out the plush cushion that the seat had to offer. I looked around the room. And there. The bed. A magnificent four poster canopy bed. The bed of my dreams. Intricate carvings all over the wood. Cherry blossoms and branches. Blush pink everywhere. And on the walls, paintings of the Eiffel Tower with cherry blossoms, traditional Japanese paintings, and a painting so unique I couldn’t identify. Splashes of color, and cherry blossoms everywhere. And a very light outline of a side profile of a face. A woman no less. But as I looked closer, in the corner, the initials AJ were barely visible. I looked at him with wonder in my eyes. And I could see his face soften, just a little. But the next thing that happened, I heard a light meow. I began to look around the room trying to find out where it was coming from, perhaps I was hearing things. And there, hidden in the pillows, was a familiar friend. He cleared his throat from the door frame, “I had originally had this place prepared for you for the end of the week, once you got the contract. But I couldn’t allow you to stay in that place. It’s been ready since yesterday. But the little furball was brought here after we left the cafe. All he needs is a name, one fitting of a Maine Coon”. I took the little thing in my arms. “Titan” I said. “Titan it is, good choice. I’ve also had groceries delivered here when you were packing your things. And take out is on its way here. I ordered enough for the both of us, but if you’d like me to leave while you unpack I could be on my way”. I turned to look at him, “if you’d like to stay you may, thank you for doing all of this for me”. I said. And he gave me that cheeky grin again and walked out of the room.The club was quiet now, the empty hallways echoing softly under the dimmed lights. The day shift was over, and I finally had a moment to breathe. I adjusted my mask in the reflection of the small mirror in my private office, making sure every strap lay perfectly, every line precise. Even now, when no one was watching, composure mattered. I couldn’t risk a single flaw that might give away who I truly was.The day had been long but uneventful. No patrons, no distractions, just the silent pulse of the club and the faint hum of the ventilation system. I moved through the space like a shadow, checking doors, double-checking the security measures I had helped set up years ago. Every camera, every sensor, every lock was a reminder that even in this world, control was everything.I allowed myself a slow exhale, a quiet moment of reflection. Atlas was somewhere out there, undoubtedly searching, undoubtedly curious. I could feel it in my bones, even without seeing him. The pull between us—the t
The room fell into a heavy silence the moment I finished speaking. My words hung between us, thick and tangible, weaving an invisible thread of tension that neither of us dared to break. The faint thrum of music from the main club seeped through the thick velvet curtains behind us, but inside this private room, the world was reduced to the heat of the air and the unspoken understanding between us.Atlas remained still for longer than I expected, the way his hand rested on the edge of the table, the faint rise and fall of his chest betraying a flicker of emotion he refused to show openly. I studied him from behind my mask, the dim amber lighting tracing the sharp planes of his jaw and the intensity in his eyes. He was trying to read me, to grasp at something he couldn’t quite place, but there was nothing for him to see beyond what I chose to reveal.“You’ve… thought about this,” he finally said, his voice low, deliberate, carrying a mix of disbelief and intrigue. “A
The sunlight spilled through the blinds in soft golden stripes, stretching across the floors of the safehouse like warm ribbons. I stirred awake, feeling the weight of the night’s exhaustion in my bones. My body ached from the previous evening at the club, the adrenaline finally ebbing, leaving behind a lingering tension I couldn’t quite shake. For a moment, I allowed myself to linger in bed, listening to the house.Quiet. Dante must have already gotten up for his usual early breakfast routine. The twins, Dahlia and Delaney, were likely still tucked beneath their blankets, murmuring softly in the cocoon of sleep. A small smile tugged at my lips. These quiet mornings were fleeting, rare pockets of serenity in a life filled with shadows and vigilance. I had learned to savor them, to draw strength from the calm before the inevitable storm of responsibilities.Sliding out of bed, I moved silently down the hallway toward Dante’s room. The soft creak of the floorboards u
The afternoon sunlight slanted through the blinds, painting the safehouse in muted golds and warm shadows. I sat at the small dining table, finishing the last sips of my coffee, my mind running through the schedule for the evening. Dante had already left for his after-school program, Dahlia and Delaney off with their piano lessons, and the house was quiet once again. It was a luxury I allowed myself rarely—silence—but it was never truly mine. Atlas was still out there somewhere, and I knew the threads of the past could snap back into my life without warning.I reviewed the plans for the night at the club, the routes I would take, the masks I would wear, and the contingencies Eli had suggested. Every detail mattered. I couldn’t afford the slightest misstep—not with Atlas, not with anyone who might recognize me or suspect who I was. My fingers traced the edges of the floor plan I had drawn for myself, noting every exit, every camera blind spot, and every potential threat.
The sunlight had just begun to filter through the blinds when I woke, my body still sore from the previous night. The adrenaline from the encounter at the club had ebbed, leaving a lingering tension that my muscles refused to release. I took a deep breath, stretching my arms above my head and trying to shake off the last traces of fatigue. It was time to face the day. The triplets needed me, and no shadow from the past would keep me from them. I glanced toward their rooms, the familiar sounds of soft breathing reaching my ears. My heart swelled with love and protectiveness. Dante, the oldest, would be up soon, likely ready to argue about breakfast. Dahlia and Delaney, the twins, were still tangled in each other, murmuring softly in their sleep. My fingers tingled as I moved down the hallway to their rooms, placing a gentle hand on each of their doors before stepping inside. “Good morning, my loves,” I whispered, brushing back a lock of Dante’s hair as h
The morning light was beginning to seep through the blinds, but I had just returned from the club, my heels echoing softly against the polished floors of our safehouse. My heart was still racing, the adrenaline from the encounter with Atlas refusing to leave my system. Even with everyone masked at the club, even with the darkness and the anonymity, I had recognized him immediately. There was no mistaking the way he moved, the confidence in his posture, the subtle menace in his tone. He had tried to engage me, had asked for a session, his voice low and controlled, but his intent had been clear. He had believed I was just another masked patron, yet there was a dangerous familiarity in the way he approached me. My refusal had set him off—anger had laced his words as he stated with certainty that I would come back. That single sentence kept replaying in my mind: You’ll come back soon. I set my bag down quietly, careful not to wake anyone. The house was stil







