LOGINMorning arrived with the hard light of reality and a stiff neck from sleeping on the couch. I dragged myself into the shower and let the hot water wash off what was left of last night’s makeup and, I hoped, some of the humiliation with it.By the time I reached the ImpacTouch office I was already running late. Debby was at her desk, eyebrows up at the tardiness, but she didn’t say a word about it. A stack of messages sat on my desk. Most of them I ignored, but one stopped me—Ryan Winters had sent an apologetic email, saying he felt terrible about last night and offering to introduce me to some genuine celebrity clients as compensation.I sighed and weighed whether to take the olive branch. Ryan had known me since we were kids, neighbors in the Upper East Side bubble before I struck out on my own. His connections in entertainment circles were useful, especially now.“Good news,” I told Debby, forwarding her the email. “Ryan’s feeling guilty enough to share some of his celebrity roster
Something inside me finally snapped. Perhaps it was the stress that had been building up throughout the day, or maybe it was simply the last fragile thread of my patience breaking. Whatever the reason, I suddenly had enough of pretending to be nice.“Listen carefully,” I said, keeping my voice low but loud enough for his friends to hear. They were watching us with amused expressions, clearly entertained by the situation.“What I wear is not an invitation. It isn’t a statement about whether I’m available, nor does it have anything to do with what you think I might be looking for. It’s simply fabric covering my body, which, in case you haven’t figured it out, doesn’t require your approval or attention.”The smile on the man’s face faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered, his expression twisting with irritation.“There’s no need to be such a bitch about it.”“And there it is,” I continued, feeling an unexpected wave of satisfaction wash over me.“The moment a woman refuses to ent
Mark stumbled backward, the anger on his face quickly giving way to shock as recognition finally settled in. His eyes widened, and his expression changed almost instantly.“Mr. Hayes! I had no idea you were… I mean, I didn’t know you came to places like this.”Steve remained expressionless, but the coldness in his eyes was impossible to miss.“Clearly.”Taking advantage of the situation, I immediately grabbed Steve’s arm and pressed myself against his side, deliberately making it appear as though we were together. His body stiffened for a brief moment at my unexpected action, but to my surprise, he made no attempt to push me away.“Ms. Newton is currently developing a marketing strategy for Hayes Tech,” Steve explained smoothly. “We had a business appointment scheduled for this evening.”Mark’s eyes narrowed as his gaze shifted between Steve and me. His earlier shock gradually gave way to suspicion.“Freya, be careful,” he warned, his voice suddenly becoming more serious. “Getting inv
I fled my father’s Upper East Side mansion and went back to my Brooklyn apartment, looking for a door I could shut on all of it. Once I was inside my own place, I stood in front of the photograph that took up the center of my living room wall. My mother is smiling. Eyes still bright with life.In the quiet I finally let the tears fall. Perfect Esther Newton. The woman whose legacy I could never quite live up to. The space she left behind that my father’s new family had been eager to fill.“I’m sorry, Mom,” I whispered, touching the frame gently. “I’m making such a mess of everything.”My cheek still stung from the slap. The physical pain was nothing next to the humiliation of being hit in front of Mark and Lila. Five years after my mother’s death and the Newton household was unrecognizable. The home that once held laughter and warmth now felt like a battleground where I was always outnumbered.My phone buzzed with an incoming call. I thought it was Debby checking on me after our long
Three hours later we were still buried in the rewrite when Debby finally broke the quiet.“You should ask your father for help,” she said, looking up from her laptop. Soft. “Newton Group has resources we could use. Connections that would strengthen our position.”I shook my head. Hard. “Absolutely not. I did not build this company so I could crawl back to my father the second things get tough.”“This is not about pride, Freya. It’s about survival.” Her voice softened more. “I have been looking at our financials. If we do not land a major client soon, we will not make payroll next month.”The weight of that sat on my shoulders. Sixteen people depended on us. Debby included. Her mother still needed that heart surgery.“I know what you are thinking,” she went on. “But this is not just about us anymore. Our employees—”“I’ll figure it out,” I cut in, and I felt myself lock in. “I will not let him control my life again, Debby. I will not give him that power.”She sighed. She knew the set o
I almost ran through the doors of ImpacTouch. The receptionist called out a cheerful good morning and I went straight past her. My hair was shoved into a bun. I had dug a clean blouse and a pencil skirt out of the emergency stash I kept in my office. The taxi from the hotel had been a blur of Manhattan traffic and my own thoughts running too fast.“There you are!” Debby’s voice cut through it as she caught me in the hallway. “I’ve been texting you for the past hour.”“Sorry. Phone died,” I mumbled, and ducked into my office. She came right in after me.“Well, you picked a great day to disappear,” she said. Nervous energy all through it. “The Hayes Tech subsidiary representative is coming in less than thirty minutes for the pitch meeting.”I froze with my purse halfway off my shoulder. “Hayes Tech? As in…”Her eyes narrowed. “Yes. As in the company owned by the man you apparently spent last night with, if that Instagram post is anything to go by. Please do not tell me you forgot we hav







