MasukDeborah's POV Define weird.Weird can be anything right?He was acting weird for the past hour and I let that slide.Have I seen anything weird?Not really. Money laundering is everywhere, whether you like it or not. That apartment you live in, the hotel you went to, the place you live in could all be as a result of people trying to wash their money.“Deborah,” he says with a frown on his face. The way he said my name made the hair stand at the back of my neck. I don't like this feelingThe pizza in my mouth turned to paste. I had to force myself to swallow.Daniel was looking at me like he had just solved a puzzle of the century. His orbs were bright and earnest. The golden retriever who found a bomb and thinks it's a new toy. It shouldn't be like this, we were supposed to be on a date or whatever he called it. Yet we are talking about him again.Must he be the center of my world?It's frustrating how I can't even go 2 hours without Lucas being brought up.So what if the big might
Deborah's POVI am sitting behind my desk typing the minutes of the previous meeting we had into a document when Daniel suddenly appeared and was leaning against the doorframe. I gave him a small smile as I looked into his brown orbs. “How may I help you?” I asked looking back to my computer trying to finish the document before ‘he who shall not be named’ shows up. “Let's make a deal.” I raise an eyebrow at him as he continues. “You take me on a date and I'll allow you to submit an application for you to become my girlfriend.”I laugh a little as that caught me off guard, nearly spilling my coffee. We continue taking for the next 20 minutes. Honestly, it was quite nice to talk to him, he felt genuine and he made this, all of this bearable. There was some slight touching of each other's arms but he was just being friendly… I think.“Get out,” he growls at him. And I roll my eyes at him, whilst Daniel rushes out of the room. He walks into his office and I follow suit.I crossed my
Lucas's POV She had a panic attack?What?Why?How?I don't understand. I clenched my fist as the moment replayed in my mind. I stood with my back to the door and my tie was a little loosened as I watched the city beneath me.It was Tuesday. Supposed to be another day but it wasn't.Things keep on changing.She keeps on changing. Does she know?I felt it the moment she walked past my office this morning. A deliberate avoidance in her trajectory, the way her eyes had skated over my doorway without the pretense of acknowledgement.“Good morning to you too,” I said as I noticed she has taken her seat.She just sighed.Then she looked my way and plastered a smile.It was so fake.I could tell.I was tired and she was as well. I wanted to give her some space ever since she has that attack because I think I may have triggered it.I told myself it was nothing, but as I rationalized it, my jaw tightened with something I couldn't name.By ten o'clock, whatever this was had crystallized into
Deborah's POV Home.Home felt a lot darker. It was suffocating me.The discovery hangs in the air heavily, like I am the FBI or something. He was right.I am just a person that can enter data. I am not an auditor.The weekend dragged on like a wound that won't close.Saturday bleeds into Sunday and I find myself standing here at my apartment window three in the morning.I am watching the city lights blur through my exhausted eyes.I haven't slept.I couldn't.Everytime I closed my eyes he was there. His hands on my shoulders, steady and possessive. His voice was low and intimate, whispering my name like a prayer. Stop thinking about him.But my heart is a traitor, beating his name in morse code against my ribs.I made coffee although I don't drink it. I try to read books where the words swim off the page. I text Ellie halfway through Sunday afternoon and then delete the message before sending it. What would she even say. What could she say?I am falling for someone very dangerous
Deborah's POV The rain started just after nine, a soft percussion again the floor to ceiling windows of Lucas's office. I watched the droplets race down the glass and my chosen droplet lost.I should have gone home hours ago but there's always a client document that needs to be taken care of.The date was excellent by the way. The night was on repeat in my mind ever since I got home. I was happy.I had never seen him laugh out loud before. I wished I took a video for it.He nearly even kissed me. I had to bring him back to reality.“Stop frowning, Deborah,” Lucas said, his voice cutting through my thoughts. He sat across from me at the obsidian conference table, his sleeves rolled to his elbows and the tie a little loosened suggesting even he was tired. But yet his eyes were alert as ever, like he could do this all day.“Just tired,” I lied as I forced my attention back to the presentation glowing on my laptop screen. “These figures are… extensive.”“Twenty-three million is extensive
Deborah's POV The city dressed itself in gold for the evening. Streetlights flickered to life as Lucas's car glided through downtown and I watched the blur illumination of windows pass by, each one a story I’d never know. My reflection in the passenger window showed a woman I barely recognized. A sleek black dress hugging my curves and my hair swept into an elegant twist that had taken me three YouTube tutorials to perfect. A professional date?It doesn't feel like it. The butterflies in my stomach has been on rampage ever since he–“You're quiet,” Lucas said, his voice interrupting my train of thoughts as usual.I turned to find time watching me with a hand on the steering wheel and the other resting casually on the center console. The streetlights caught the sharp line of his jaw and the tailored perfection of his charcoal suit.“Just trying to remember how to breathe,” I admitted before I could stop herself.His laugh was low and genuine. “Good, I would hate to think I was the on
Lucas’s POV When you are the CEO of a big company like this, a week from work is too long now isn't it?No matter the circumstances, a week as the CEO is too long. I don't do this. Infact I have never done this. Genuinely I am shocked that I haven't been sanctioned by the board, but some of them k
Lucas's POVI sat at the head of the long mahogany conference table, the glass walls of the boardroom framing the city skyline. A dozen sharp suited executive of the board watched me with guarded expression, their laptops were open and documents spread before them.On the far side of the table, Mr.
Deborah's POVThe hunt for a new job started as soon as I left the bar. As time went on, the city felt heavier like every building loomed over me with judgement. My resume was tucked under one arm and my heels clicked against the pavement. I was exhausted already. I had been turned away from three
Deborah's POVYou'll miss the sun when it starts to snow. We all know that saying, but some of us don't fully understand it. It needs to be experienced first. Imagine the last thing you told your parents were… Fuck off. I cringe as I remember those words falling out my mouth. I wish I could tell t







