Emma kept her expression serene, but her mind was still replaying the moment in the bathroom over and over. The sting, the blood, the nothing.If she was lucky, maybe she’d dreamed of it. If she wasn’t…Well, she wasn’t sure what the “if she wasn’t” part meant yet.By lunch, she had almost convinced herself to shove it into the mental junk drawer labeled “Weird Crap To Deal With Later."But then she caught sight of Vanessa walking past her office, all sleek confidence and perfectly arranged hair, and that drawer snapped right back open.Vanessa didn’t look in, didn’t say anything, but Emma’s instincts, the same instincts that had kept her alive more than once, said the woman was circling.She didn’t know how right she was. Because at that same moment, in a quiet corner of Vanessa’s glass-and-white penthouse, a phone sat on the counter, displaying a string of messages from a number saved only as PI.The last one read; “Match confirmed. Sending full file.”Vanessa’s lips curved into the
Ross did not believe in coincidences. Especially not when coincidences involved Eliana, the Algerian project, and Emma.He had walked into Emma’s office on the pretense of dropping off an updated supplier list. In reality, he was there because he wanted to see her. He had missed her, it had been so long since he had seen her for a long stretch of time because they had both been busy. It was strange for Ross to say he missed a woman, but there was an ache in his chest where Emma had apparently burrowed into.She wasn’t in her office.And that was the only reason he noticed it, a thick manila folder buried halfway down under a precarious pile of files, tucked in such a way that someone with normal eyesight and patience would never spot it.But Ross had been through that exact folder enough times in his life to recognize the shade of off-yellow, the worn tab, and the faint, nearly invisible smudge in the corner. The Algerian Project.His jaw tightened. That project wasn’t just difficult
Chapter 27Emma wasn’t sure which was worse, sitting through a three-hour budget alignment meeting where everyone took turns pretending they weren’t in open warfare with each other or the fact that Matthew was seated two chairs down, radiating smugness like a cheap cologne.The man hadn’t even flinched after Ross slapped him the other day, or after she caught him snooping through her files. If anything, he seemed more energized, like a cockroach that had been stepped on and somehow evolved instead of dying.Emma kept her gaze fixed on the quarterly slides, though she could feel Matthew’s stare every time Ross spoke. Not at her, at Ross. It was the kind of stare a lion gives another lion right before trying to take over the pride.When the meeting adjourned, everyone scattered in their usual “thank God that’s over” rush, leaving Ross, Emma, and Matthew as the last three in the room again.Matthew was first to break the silence.“So, Ross,” he began casually, leaning back in his chair,
Vanessa didn’t bother knocking before walking into Ross’s office, the click of her heels announcing her arrival before her voice did. She knew that sound carried power, sharp, confident, impossible to ignore, and she let each step linger before she stopped beside his desk.She learnt it all from watching Eliana.“You know, Ross,” she said, tilting her head just so, her perfectly styled hair catching the light, “for someone who’s supposed to be preparing for the annual company summit, you seem awfully… distracted.”Ross didn’t look up. His pen moved over the paper in crisp strokes, the only sound in the room besides the hum of the air conditioner.“I don’t have time for small talk, Vanessa,” he said, his tone clipped.“Oh, this isn’t small talk,” she replied lightly, leaning one palm against the polished edge of his desk, letting her perfume drift just close enough to register. “It’s… concern.”His eyes flicked up briefly, unreadable. “Concern about what?”Her lips curved into a sympa
Emma was still thinking about the boardroom long after she left it. Her head was pounding, not from the noise, but from the sheer absurdity of the day. She had just wrapped up a pitch and was supposed to feel good about it, but instead, she was left standing there while a grown man acted like an idiot with decades of repressed resentment.She’d dealt with rich assholes before somehow, she could feel it, but never ones who had a personal vendetta against the CEO.The elevator ride down to the lobby felt longer than usual. People stared at her – or maybe she was just paranoid. She couldn’t shake Matthew’s frantic eyes from her mind, the way his hands had gripped her arms too tight. She’d seen that kind of fake concern before: in men who wanted to “save” you from a problem they created in the first place.By the time she reached the parking lot, her phone buzzed. It was a text from Eliana.“We need to talk. Tonight. At home.”Emma stared at the screen. No 'Hello' or 'good job on sealing
Matthew’s head whipped to the side as the resounding crack echoed in the mostly empty boardroom. He heard Emma’s gasp, but not much else. It felt like his head was full of static.He had been slapped.Ross had slapped him. Ross had slapped his childhood friend on the face, in front of Emma. Matthew gritted his teeth, suppressing the burning rage inside of him. He couldn’t take Ross head on.Ross had always been bigger, stronger and faster, while Matthew remained the smarter, more slippery one of the duo. If he retaliated rashly, Ross would win, and Emma would never see him the same again.Matthew refused to let that happen. If Ross was going to humiliate him in front of the woman he was going to eventually own, then Matthew would do his best to return the humiliation in the way he knew best and bait him into his downfall.“Did you just hit me? Are you that brash? Unable to use your words instead of your fists?”, he asked, his voice low and disappointed, like he had caught Ross stealin