Mag-log inDeborah's POV I didn't sleep after Enoch left. I sat at my little kitchen table long after he left to go back to his motel, staring at the tea stain that I had apparently made. I couldn't believe it.My own cousin had been killed, right under my nose and I hadn't noticed because I kept on licking Lucas's ass.I feel stupid.Pathetic.And Mike. Uncle E said… no. I have to see for myself I have to be sure of everything. I mean it's Lucas we're talking about. He's a fucking billionaire. A public figure we're talking about. But then he was ready to off Daniel in an instant. Maybe I am overreacting because I watch too many movies. Not every money launderer is a killer. But he has this survivalist instinct insider him. That, I'll do anything instinct, and the look in his eyes when Daniel threatened him, I was so scared for his life. Maybe I am overreacting, Mike isn't probably even fired, he's probably sitting in his bedroom right now playing video games or something. I mean he could
Deborah's POVI feel good.I heard from Daniel yesterday, he was doing well. I asked that we do a video call but he said he couldn't at the moment. Which was very weird of him.Things were going back to normal in the office, and I liked that feeling of normality.According to everyone, he was in the London office. Arthur from accounting told me he always wanted to go there and Karen from HR said she will miss his terrible jokes about spreadsheets. I nodded and smiled at them both. “Yeah London, that's so great for him.” I felt sick every time someone mentioned Daniel but it was better than death. I felt at peace.And Lucas… Lucas was trying.It was Tuesday around 11:39AM. I was at my desk outside his office doing my normal duties of typing up minutes from a meeting where nothing useful was said for the better hour of it. My coffee, the oat milk one, was actually hot this time. I didn't dump it. I was sipping it when his glass door opened. He leaned against the frame with his sleeve
Lucas's POV Try being at the office at 5:30 in the morning. You'll find it peaceful. I like the office at 5:30, because it's the only time where the building is well and truly honest. The assistants aren't here to pretend they love their jobs, the board members aren't here to pretend they understand logistics and finally, Deborah isn't here to pretend to avoid me. It's just me and the air-conditioning and the city outside my glass walls still half asleep.I had two coffees on my desk. One black, which is mine and the other with oat milk and two sugars, which is hers. She hadn't been drinking the coffee I left for her all week. She would come in, look at it, say thank you Mr Blackridge in that cold polite voice and then dump it in the sink when I am not looking. Or when she thinks I am not looking. I am always looking at her.I was staring at some files on the table when suddenly the door swung down so hard it hit the wall. The person didn't knock, my secretary didn't even announc
Deborah's POV I stood up and followed him out the door. “Daniel,” I spoke out trying to grab his arm, but he just moved it out of the way. I stood still.” Yes, it's true, I love him,” I confessed. He stood still and looked back at me. “And I hate myself for it, not for loving him but I love him even more now.” I slowly make my way to him and a look of concern and pity falls on his face.I take his hands into mine slowly caressing the back of his hand with my thumb. “The FBI, has an official website were you can reach a representative by email. I was this so close to hitting that send button.”“Why didn't you?” He cups my face with his hand and another tear falls. “I love him,” I whisper. “My relationship with my bosses are always bad.” “As in how?” “Either they force themselves on me or they try and weaponise keeping my job.” His jaw clenched. "Lucas was the first one to be different to me, he's the first one to not try and sleep with me." I always knew Daniel had some feeling for
Deborah'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 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







