INICIAR SESIÓNBella’s POVI looked down at my hands."I know.""Just don't make yourself uncomfortable trying to pretend you don't care.""I'll be fine.""That's the second time you've said that.""Because I am.""All right. I'll let you have that one. But we're still going out this weekend."I managed a small smile. "We'll see.""No. We will see each other. I'm not accepting another excuse.""Okay.""Good. And eat your lunch before you start starving dramatically."I laughed."I'll talk to you later.""Love you.""Love you too."The call ended, and I remained seated for a few seconds.Talking to Elodie hadn't made the situation disappear, but it helped to hear a familiar voice. I still had a life outside that office. I had a career I was trying to build, plans I wanted to pursue and things I wanted for myself.I wasn't going to let an unexpected feeling become the centre of everything.I finished my lunch and returned to my desk.---The afternoon was quieter than the morning.I finished the remai
Bella’s POVBy Monday morning, the announcement had taken over Dorian's schedule.There were meetings with the Whitmores, a briefing with the communications team and several confidential appointments. Nobody had told me exactly what was being announced, but the amount of preparation involved made it clear that it was important.I spent most of the morning sorting out the arrangements and answering questions from people who seemed to know just as little as I did. Tessa had reminded me twice not to discuss the details outside the office, which only made me more curious.I was checking an email when she stopped beside my desk."Have you seen the latest announcement draft?""I just received it.""Good. Apparently, they've changed a few things again."I glanced at the screen. "They could have decided what they wanted before sending it."Tessa laughed. "I've been saying the same thing since Friday.""At least I'm not the only one suffering.""Definitely not." She leaned slightly towards my
Dorian’s POVIt was true.I had approached Mr. Whitmore. I had proposed the merger. I had considered his condition and agreed to it. Whatever consequences came with that decision, I couldn't pretend someone else had made it for me.Bella studied my face.“That sounds like a very careful answer.”“It's an honest one.”“Those aren't always the same thing.”I turned towards her. She held my gaze for a second, as if she were waiting for me to say something else.I almost asked what she meant, but the words stopped before they reached my mouth.Instead, I said, “You ask a lot of questions for someone who claims not to be curious.”“I never claimed that.”“No?”“No. I said I knew when to mind my business.”“And do you?”She gave me a faint smile.“I'm working on it.”I laughed, and this time she did too.The car slowed to a stop at a traffic light. Bella shifted to reach for her bag, and her shoulder brushed mine.“Sorry,” she murmured.“You're fine.”She settled back, but her shoulder rema
Dorian’s POVBella had become very good at pretending nothing was wrong.She still arrived before eight. She still reviewed my schedule, organized my documents and remembered details I had mentioned once and expected everyone else to forget.But lately, she seemed to have somewhere else to be whenever she finished speaking to me.She no longer lingered at my desk. The little comments about my unreasonable schedule had become less frequent, and whenever our eyes met, she usually found something more important to look at.I hadn't realized how much I had grown used to those little things until they started disappearing.On Monday morning, she placed a folder on my desk.“Your nine o'clock meeting has been moved to nine thirty. The legal team requested more time.”I glanced at the folder. “Did they say why?”“They're reviewing a few changes before the meeting with the Whitmore representatives.”“And the call with London?”“Eleven. I've already informed everyone.”“Good.”She tapped somet
Bella’s POVI frowned.“Why wouldn't it be good?”“It's not a problem. I just don't want you getting involved in things you don't understand.”I stared at him for a moment, trying to make sense of what he'd just said.“Nathan, I grew up around that business.”“I know. That's not what I meant.”“Then what did you mean?”He rubbed the back of his neck, briefly looking away from me.“Forget it. I'll send you the inventory list.”I wasn't satisfied with that answer, but I could tell he wasn't going to explain himself.“Okay.”He opened the door for me.I stepped outside, but his words stayed with me all the way to the car.I kept thinking about the way he'd asked whether I'd seen anything else concerning the business. It hadn't sounded like an ordinary question. There had been something deliberate about it, as though he was trying to find out exactly how much I knew without revealing why he wanted to know.I shook my head and unlocked the car.Maybe I was reading too much into it. Nathan
Bella’s POV“Bella, do you have a minute?”I looked up from my computer. Tessa stood beside my desk, holding a slim folder.“Sure. What's wrong?”“Nothing's wrong. At least, not yet.” She placed the folder beside my keyboard. “The legal team sent over the list of documents they need for the next review. Dorian wants everything organized before Thursday.”I opened the folder.There were several sections, each marked with a different colour. Financial summaries, company profiles, ownership records and supporting documents.“Am I handling all of these?”“Just the coordination. The finance and legal teams will review the actual records. You'll make sure the correct files are available, check the meeting schedule and keep track of what's been received.”I nodded, looking through the list.“Is there anything I should be careful about?”“Keep the documents within the approved folders. Some of the information is confidential, so don't forward anything outside the designated team.” Tessa pause







