LOGIN“Miss Holloway, thank you for coming. Please have a seat.”
Audrey stepped into the office and closed the door behind her. Her brother was already sitting on one side of the room, looking uncomfortable and embarrassed. Across from him sat another boy around the same age, with what looked like his parents beside him. The mother had her arms crossed, while the father sat stiffly, clearly not pleased.
The Head of Student Affairs gestured toward the empty chair next to her brother.
Audrey sat down without saying anything at first, her eyes briefly meeting her brother’s before looking back at the man behind the desk.
“We’ve asked everyone here so we can resolve this matter properly,” he began. “As you’re aware, there was a fracas between the two students that resulted in damaged property and minor injuries.”
The other boy’s mother scoffed quietly under her breath.
Audrey kept her expression calm, but her fingers tightened slightly around the strap of her bag.
The Head of Student Affairs continued speaking, “Both students have given their statements. While there are differing accounts of who started it, the fact remains that university property was damaged, and physical violence took place. This is a serious matter.”
The other boy’s father leaned forward. “My son was just defending himself. Your brother threw the first punch.”
Audrey’s brother shifted in his seat but didn’t say anything.
Audrey glanced at him, then looked back at the parents. “I’m not here to argue about who started what,” she said evenly. “I’m here to take responsibility for my brother’s side and sort this out.”
The mother raised an eyebrow. “Responsibility? That’s easy to say.”
Audrey didn’t rise to the tone. “What’s the damage cost?”
The Head of Student Affairs opened a folder and slid a paper across the desk. “The estimated cost for repairs is listed here. In addition, both students are currently on temporary suspension pending the final decision.”
Audrey looked at the number, then nodded. “I’ll cover my brother’s share.”
That made the room go quieter for a moment.
The other boy’s father studied her. “Just like that?”
“Just like that,” Audrey replied. “I want this handled so he can focus on school instead of dragging this whole silly thing out.”
Her brother looked at her, surprised, but still stayed quiet.
The Head of Student Affairs nodded slowly. “If the damages are paid and both parties agree to a formal warning, we can consider lifting the suspension sooner rather than later.”
Audrey turned slightly toward the other parents. “Are you willing to settle it this way?”
There was a short silence before the father gave a small nod. “As long as it’s paid and this doesn’t happen again.”
“It won’t,” Audrey said, her voice firm as she glanced at her brother.
He lowered his gaze. “It won’t.” He repeated after his sister.
The Head of Student Affairs made a few notes, then looked between both families. “In that case, once the payment is made, both students will receive a formal warning on their records. The temporary suspension will be lifted, and they will be allowed to return to classes. However, any further incidents will result in more serious consequences.”
Audrey nodded. “Understood.”
The other boy’s parents exchanged a look before the father spoke again. “We’ll cover our son’s share as well.”
“Good,” the Head replied. “Then we can consider this matter resolved for now.”
He slid the necessary papers across the desk for signatures. Audrey signed where she needed to, then handed the pen to her brother so he could do the same. The other family followed shortly after.
Once everything was completed, the Head stood up. “Thank you all for coming in. You’re free to go.”
The other boy and his parents left first, the mother still looking displeased as they walked out. Audrey waited a moment before standing as well.
Her brother followed her quietly out of the office. The hallway felt cooler after the tense atmosphere inside.
They walked a few steps in silence before he finally spoke.
“You didn’t have to do that,” he said.
Audrey glanced at him. “Yes, I did.”
He looked down. “I’ll pay you back.”
“Don’t worry about that right now,” she replied. “Just don’t do that again..” She sighed.
“But it wasn't my fault, I swear Audrey.” Her brother, Ethan, tried to convince his sister. “He started the whole thing by saying disrespectful things about you—about us and I wasn't having it.”
Audrey looked at his brother, she understood what he meant. Her eyes softened. “I know you were trying to defend me.” She said quietly. “But getting into a fight won't help. You could've gotten hurt…or worse, kicked out of school.”
Ethan looked down, still frustrated. “I Just couldn't let him talk about you like that.”
“It's fine but next time, walk away. Don't throw punches.”
He nodded. “Okay.”
They stood there for a moment in silence before Audrey spoke again.
“Now, don't let this spoil the mood. I'm starving, and you look like you haven't eaten good food since forever.”
Ethan gave a smile. “School's food is very…. manageable.”
Audrey raised an eyebrow. “That bad?”
“It’s not terrible,” he said, shoving his hands into his pockets as they walked. “Just the same things over and over. You start missing real food after a while.”
“Well, today’s your lucky day then.” Audrey adjusted her bag on her shoulder. “I’m buying. No arguments.”
Ethan glanced at her. “You sure?”
“I’m sure. Just pick somewhere that doesn’t look too expensive.”
And they laughed.
They ended up at a small café just off the main campus path. It wasn’t fancy, but it smelled good and had enough space for them to sit without feeling crowded. Audrey ordered for both of them, and once the food came, Ethan didn’t waste any time.
For a few minutes, they just ate in comfortable silence. It felt normal. The stress began to fade away slowly.
Eventually, Ethan spoke again, his voice quiet. “Thanks for coming all the way here.”
Audrey looked up from her plate. “You’re my brother. Of course I came.”
He nodded, poking at the last bit of food on his plate. “Still… I know things haven’t been easy for you.”
Audrey didn’t answer right away. She just took a sip of her drink and leaned back in her chair.
“We’ll manage,” she said simply. “We always do.”
Ethan gave a small smile at that.
Outside, the sky was starting to shift toward evening. Audrey still had to get to her hotel and rest before the train the next morning, but for now, sitting across from her brother with a proper meal between them felt like enough.
Back at the hotel, soft moans filled the room. The sheets were a mess. Clothes were scattered everywhere. Her fingers dug into the man's back as he continued to thrust harder into her.
His phone rang on the nightstand.
He ignored it.
It rang again.
And again.
With a low curse, he reached over and answered, voice ragged. “What?”
On the other end, his assistant spoke. “Sir…he said it's urgent.’
The man slowed for a second, jaw tightening.
“Tell him I'll be there.”
Audrey sat on the couch with her legs tucked underneath her, scrolling through her phone without really paying attention to anything on the screen. Tried not to think about him. His business trip was meant to last another few days, meaning she should have had the house mostly to herself. Unfortunately, she was in jail. In her own house. Every time she looked through the window and saw one of the security men standing outside, irritation crawled on her skin. She understood why they were there. Her phone buzzed. Audrey glanced down. Nori: You okay? Audrey smiled. Audrey: Unfortunately. The reply came immediately. Nori: That's nice. Don't be caught up. Audrey: I'm serious. Nori: About what? Audrey stared at the screen for a moment before typing. Audrey: The security. There was a pause. Nori: Oh. Audrey: Exactly. Nori: I mean... considering what happened, he's right. Audrey frowned. Audrey: You're supposed to be on my side. Nori: I am on your side. I'm just also on
Vasileios was already in the air when Malcolm’s call came through.The jet had left the runway about twenty minutes ago. Vasileios sat alone on one side of the table, a file open in front of him, he hadn’t actually read a single page in the last few minutes. His phone was beside the file, and when Malcolm’s name appeared on the screen, he stared at it for a moment before answering the video call.“You’re already on your way back?” Malcolm asked as soon as his face appeared on the screen.“I am.”“I heard about the security."Vasileios leaned back in his seat. “And?”Malcolm raised an eyebrow. “You put a full perimeter around the house. No one goes in or out without clearance. That’s a little extreme, don’t you think?”“No.”“I knew you were going to say that.”Vasileios glanced toward the window before looking back at him. “There was a reason for it.”“I know there was. I’m just saying, you could’ve handled it differently.”“How?”Malcolm sighed. “I don’t know. Maybe tell your wife wh
Audrey didn’t go back inside. Her phone was still in her hand as she stared at the two black SUVs parked outside. One of them stood near the front gate, taller and older than the others, looking like the person in charge. His expression remained completely unreadable as his eyes followed her. Audrey walked straight toward him. The man straightened when she approached, but he didn’t move any closer. His hands remained relaxed at his sides. He replied calmly. “Maximum perimeter coverage until further notice.” “I live here.” “Yes, ma’am.” “So I can leave.” He looked at her for a moment before answering. “Not without clearance.” Audrey stared at him. He looked like someone who had already had this conversation countless times and knew exactly how to handle an angry woman without ever raising his voice. Behind him, another security man shifted near the gate, his radio resting against his shoulder. She turned around without saying anything and walked toward the side gate.
Vasileios was leaving the afternoon meeting when his phone buzzed for the third time in ten minutes.He ignored the first two. By the third, his patience was already thin from a morning of weak presentations and people talking in circles. He pulled the phone from his pocket while walking toward the elevators.The message was from one of the junior communications staff:-Forwarded post-’Thought you should see this.’He stopped near the windows and opened it.For a second, he didn’t react.The photo was clear enough. Audrey in an apron, hair tied up, tray in her hands, caught mid-shift inside that old restaurant..Under it, the comments were already messy.‘Is this his wife?’‘Why is she waitressing’‘Trouble already?’‘Publicity stunt?’Vasileios stared at the screen longer than he needed to.He didn’t call her. He walked the rest of the way into an empty meeting room, closed the door, and stood there with the phone still in his hand. His first instinct was irritation. The cold kind
After going to the restaurant for a shift. She went home, showered and did other things without thinking much of it. Nothing more. What she thought was normal changed around noon. Claire called. “Have you checked your phone?” Claire asked. Audrey frowned. “No, why?” “There’s a photo going around. You’re in an apron.” For a second, Audrey didn’t understand. Then it hit her. Shit. “From the restaurant?” “Yes,” Claire said. “Someone posted it. It doesn’t have your name in the caption, but people already figured it out. It’s being shared.” Audrey sat down slowly. “How bad?” “Bad enough that I’ve already gotten two media inquiries.” Audrey closed her eyes. “I just worked a shift.” “I know,” Claire said carefully. “But to everyone else, it looks like Mrs. Chevrolet was more of an ordinary waitress than a wealthy woman.” Audrey dragged a hand down her face. “What are we going to do? Does Vasileios know?” “No.” Claire said, “hopefully he doesn't see it. Don't worr
The conference room was bright and too full of voices. Numbers. Projections. Vasileios flipped through the document in front of him once. “This is the same draft from yesterday.”The man across the table hesitated. “We revised the second section.”“You changed wording. Not the problem.” He closed the folder. “The margins are still weak, and you’re asking for an approval as if that isn’t obvious.”Silence.One of the younger associates glanced at him, then quickly looked down. The older partner cleared his throat. “We can recalculate before the afternoon session.”“Do that,” Vasileios said. “And don’t waste the next meeting repeating what I can already see.”He stood, buttoned his jacket, and left the room before anyone tried to talk it over.In the hallway, his temporary assistant for the trip fell into step beside him with a tablet. “Sir, the next meeting is in twenty minutes. Also, the dinner reservation for tonight—”“Cancel dinner.”She blinked. “Cancel?”“I said what I said.”“Y







