I 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 ringing wouldn’t stop. Calliope groaned, pressing the heel of her hand against her temple. It wasn’t just her phone—it was her emails, her private messages, her socials. Every notification hit like a hammer, filling her apartment with relentless buzzing. For days, she had stayed tucked inside the cottage Eli had moved her into, quiet and invisible, but apparently invisibility wasn’t protection anymore. She grabbed her phone and thumbed the screen, already dreading what she might see. Breaking: Rumors of Jones & Vale Executive Scandal—Anonymous Source Claims Affair Her stomach sank as the headline scrolled across the news feed. There was a grainy picture beneath it—her own figure, pale and tired-looking, stepping out of the hospital doors. Eli’s shoulder was there too, broad and protective, but his face was blurred, turned just enough that the press couldn’t identify him. The caption was merciless: Who is the mystery man with Calliope Laurent? Sources close to the Jones family
Calliope sat in the quiet of her cottage office, the soft whir of her laptop fan the only sound. She had tried to drown herself in work, building spreadsheets, reviewing design proofs, anything that would tether her to normalcy. But the silence pressed heavy, demanding her attention, dragging her mind back to everything she was trying not to think about.She clicked on the muted television in the corner. It had become a bad habit—checking the morning news to make sure her name wasn’t being dragged through the mud again. Except this time, the anchor’s voice cut through her fragile hope.“In corporate news, Atlas Jones’s fiancée—or perhaps ex-fiancée, depending on what story you believe—was spotted at the hospital earlier this week with an unidentified man. Rumors swirl about a potential affair. Witnesses report the man stayed close to her side, even leaving with her later that evening. The photo we obtained seems to confirm this mystery companion…”Calliope
Calliope had hoped that working from her safe apartment would finally allow her a few days of calm. But calm was a fragile illusion, one shattered by the persistent storm that was Jessica.She sat at her desk, her laptop open, trying to focus on a report for work, when a sharp ping from her news alert made her stomach twist. Groaning softly, she clicked it, only to freeze.The headline was designed to grab attention: “Calliope Blackwood Spotted With Mystery Man at Hospital—Affair Rumors Fly.”Her heart raced. Her pulse spiked. She scrolled down, and her stomach sank. There it was—a photo from the hospital. Eli had been with her, but the angle of the shot conveniently left his face obscured. To the public, it looked like she was with someone else entirely, someone unknown.A low growl escaped her lips. Jessica had done this. No one else had access to her life at the hospital, no one else could have leaked that photo. She could practically hear Jess
Calliope woke to the sterile hum of the hospital room, the morning light filtering weakly through the blinds. Her body still ached from the collapse, her muscles stiff, her stomach tender. But for the first time since the last confrontation, she felt a faint glimmer of control returning. She was alive. The babies were safe. And she had Eli—her anchor in a world that had spun wildly out of control.Eli was already at the chair beside her bed, his laptop open and documents spread across a small side table. He glanced up as she stirred, offering a faint smile. “Morning. You slept a little better than last night. That’s progress.”Calliope forced a small smile in return, even as her hand instinctively rested over her stomach. “How long… how long was I out?” she croaked, voice weak.“Not too long,” Eli said, tilting his head. “You’ve been stable. Just enough to need observation. You pushed yourself too far with the stress. You can’t do that anymore.”S
The ambulance’s wail had barely faded into the night when Calliope’s consciousness began to return in fragments. The world was muted, gray around the edges, her body heavy, and every breath felt like she was pulling through thick water. Her last memory floated in the haze—the heated video call with Atlas, the sharp accusations, the sting of mistrust that had burned into her chest. And then, nothing.Her cheek pressed against the edge of her desk in the small cottage, the hard wood cold against her clammy skin. The dim glow of her laptop screen flickered faintly, Atlas’s face still frozen in the video call frame. She wasn’t awake to see him, but somewhere, his sharp blue eyes mirrored the panic that had driven him to relentless calls and inquiries.Eli’s boots thumped against the floor as he moved toward her. The faint sound of his voice came first, calm and firm, as he checked her pulse and lifted her gently into his arms. Her body sagged like a weight too heavy fo
The video call had ended hours ago, but Calliope sat at her desk, staring at the blank screen as if it still held Atlas’s image. His words replayed in her mind on a loop, every accusation, every sharp edge of doubt cutting deeper than the last. She pressed her trembling hands to her stomach, whispering under her breath as if the triplets could hear, “I’m fine. We’re fine.”But she wasn’t.The stress pressed down like a vice. Every muscle in her body ached from holding in tears, from holding herself upright in front of Atlas. She knew what Jessica was doing, how expertly the woman had woven her lies, but knowing didn’t soften the damage. Atlas believed her.Calliope rose from her chair, her movements slow and stiff, and walked into the kitchen. The cottage Eli had tucked her away in was small but cozy—soft cream walls, exposed beams, and wide windows overlooking the stretch of woods beyond. It should have felt like peace. It should have felt like safety.Instead, it f