로그인Louisa's point of view I barely had time to set my bag down before the first fire started. "There you are." Priya, one of the junior associates, appeared at my office door looking like she hadn't slept, a tablet clutched to her chest like a shield. "We have a problem." "Define problem." I was ready for anything that would get my mind off the morning and the night I'd just had. "Define catastrophe." She pushed the tablet toward me, and I scanned the headline scrolling across the screen, my stomach dropping somewhere around the second sentence. A leaked internal memo. Hue Media, allegedly planning layoffs across three departments, timed suspiciously close to a quarterly earnings report, making it look like the company was trying to dodge rewarding staff for the work that had driven revenue up. The same workers who'd helped triple the company's quarterly numbers, conveniently laid off before they could see a cent of it. Screenshots of the memo were already circulating, shared and
Louisa's point of viewI heard him before I saw him, though I stayed still under the blanket like I hadn't. Then the mattress dipped under his weight as he sat on the edge of the bed."Morning," Damien said, the way a man in an actual relationship would say it, not the way a man who'd let another woman sleep in his bedroom should get to.I kept my eyes shut."I know you're awake." He nudged my shoulder. "You always breathe differently when you're pretending."I didn't answer. Didn't open my eyes either. Let him sit there with that instead."Louisa." He drew my name out, the way that used to make my heart flutter. I felt the mattress shift again as he leaned closer. "I made you coffee. The good kind. Not the instant stuff you pretend to like."Still nothing."What's up with you? Are you sick or something?"I wanted to punch him.Technically, he hadn't done anything wrong — offering a room to his childhood friend. But I don't know. It just pissed me off.I rolled onto my other side, put
Louisa's point of viewI found myself curled up on the couch an hour later, laptop open more as a prop than anything I was actually reading, half-listening to Claudia run through another scenario while Damien chopped vegetables in the kitchen for what had started as dinner for two and quietly became dinner for three."What if someone on the board brings up my father directly," Claudia said, perched on a stool at the counter, chin propped on her hand."Redirect. Acknowledge the question, don't dodge it, but bring it back to what you control." Damien slid vegetables into the pan, oil hissing. "Don't let them corner you into defending someone else's decisions.""You're good at this." She said it easily, like a compliment between old friends — which I supposed they were, better friends than she and I would ever be."Louisa's better at the media side," he said, glancing toward me. "Louisa, come tell her the redirect thing. You explain it better than I do."I looked up, something tightening
Damien's point of viewClaudia was waiting by the elevators when I came down, bag already on her shoulder, watching me with a small, expectant smile."I need more lessons," she said, falling into step beside me, eyes fixed on my face. "Board prep. Your notes were good, but I'm still not sure how to actually apply them. I was completely lost in there.""You did fine," I said, waving her off. I wasn't in the mood to play teacher right now, not after the stunt her father had pulled in that meeting.He was getting ahead of himself. I'd need to put him in his place soon."I'm pretty sure I was a mess." She paused. "You don't hate explaining things to me, do you?" She glanced at me, that same tinge of hurt in her expression she'd always carried whenever I turned her down as kids."Of course not," I said with a sigh. "But your father can't keep hinting at a marriage between the two of us in front of the board." He was pushing every button he had."I didn't ask him to sa
Louisa's point of viewThe past week had been filled with passion, a hell of a lot of fucking, and something resembling love.We weren't official — at least, not as far as I knew. One thing I've learned and internalized is to never assume you're someone's girlfriend until they actually ask.Damien never asked. So technically, I was still single.Besides Damien, my new friend Nadia and I had been talking consistently. She'd become a steady, welcome part of my life.Work, Damien, and Nadia, that was the shape of my days now, and I liked it more than I would've expected.I spoke to Mom and Michelle too, but those conversations always felt draining, like they were only calling to get something out of me rather than because they actually wanted to talk.It was silly to think that. They were family, and if they needed something, it was my responsibility to give it. But sometimes I just wanted an ordinary conversation with my only blood relatives, and it always ended up
Damien's point of view My cock throbbed hard inside my pants, aching for release. “Get up.” I pushed the desk back, clearing the space between the chair and my line of sight so nothing obstructed my view of her. “You look very beautiful. I think I'm going to enjoy punishing you,” I murmured, letting my phone flashlight sweep over her, taking in every inch of her body with a fresh, hungry appreciation. After our talk earlier, a weight had lifted off my chest. I might not have fully let go of Caroline, but I had finally given myself permission to move on, to accept what was right in front of me. “Walk to the door and come back here.” She arched a brow in silent defiance before obeying, turning to walk toward the exit. Her hips swayed rhythmically, her ass jiggling with every step. I tracked her movement like a starving animal, watching how her breasts bounced as she climbed the stairs and turned back down. She stopped at the final step, standing just feet away from me. “I've been







