เข้าสู่ระบบLucas'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 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
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
Deborah’s POVThe morning dragged itself into noon, and there was no sign of Lucas. I sat behind my desk straightening files I had arranged twice, pretending I wasn't already irritated by the constant parade of questions.“Where's Mr Blackridge today?,” one of the board members asked with a too bri
Lucas's POV I watched her from the corner of my eye as I set the second mountain of files on her desk. The sound of the stack hitting the table made her jump slightly, though she tried to mask it through forced composure.“Do the same for these and make sure it's done by tomorrow,” I said flatly b
Deborah’s POV I stood in the elevator clutching my bag with both hands, my reflection in the polished steel doors staring nervously back at me. This time, I wasn't late. This time, I got up before dawn, ironed my clothes probably like twenty times and did my make up for like an hour or so.I didn'







