Se connecter[Phoenix Code Solutions]Phoenix Code Solutions had always carried a particular kind of energy, organised and pressurised as a company that ran on precision and expected nothing less from every person who walked through its doors and that had not changed in a year.What had changed was the temperature of it.Not literally because the climate control in the upper floors was perfect as it had always been but something in the air of the executive floor had shifted over the past twelve months into something the staffs were scared to explain and the cause of it sat at the desk in the corner office. Damien Cole.Damien Cole looked the same, technically. He was still the kind of man whose presence rearranged the room he walked into, still controlled in his bearing and deliberate in the way he moved, the way he spoke, the way he turned a page or set a phone down. He had not let himself go the way some men did in grief. He did the opposite, actually…he had tightened everything, compressed it,
[ONE YEAR LATER] [SilverCrest Academy]The lecture hall at Silver Crest Academy was filled with a particular stillness, the last professor for the day just walked out and the remaining students in the hall were too tired and stressed to be loud about anything, only the sounds of chairs scraping, bags getting zipped and the ones that had to answer calls, walking out. The usual end of day noise that most people moved through without thinking.April moved through it without hearing any of it and she had been like that for a year…present in body but somewhere else entirely in everything else. She sat in the same seat she had picked at the start of semester, third row, left side, close enough to see the board without sitting in the front where the eager ones sat.Her notes were always complete and attendance was perfect…she showed up, wrote things down, answered when called upon but gave nothing else except those, people had learned not to expect more than that.It's even a miracle she di
Since the tragic accident, powerhouses have projected nothing else but the news…the Cole family was every where and on every screen…the Sterlings too since it was their daughter who died. Lauren had a hard time making sure the Sterling Mansion was secured from the access of prying reporters and everyone had been on stand still because Mr Sterling wasn't making any progress to recover…this was truly a trying time for them.None of them wanted to mourn…nobody agreed that Ava was dead…Damien promised to find her so he should and they didn't care how he does it. All they care about is seeing Ava in person, hale and hearty. —In a separate mansion across town, Ethan sat while multitasking…he was trying to watch the news and also going through his emails as the same time. He was on the couch when the news broke, remote in one hand, system on his laps as he watched the coverage the way you watch something you keep expecting to be interrupted by a correction. An error or somebody saying t
Jonathan Cole had not raised his voice in eleven years. He had found, over the course of a long career, that a quiet tone with the right weight behind it was more effective than volume in almost every situation. Volume was for people who hadn't yet learned that they were already the most powerful person in the room so he sat at the head of the dining table in the Cole mansion, still in the suit jacket he'd worn to the meeting, and he said nothing for long enough that the silence did all the preliminary work for him.Albert sat at his left, arms folded, watching Amber with the particular expression of a husband who knows his wife and is not proud of what he knows right now.Marie stood across the table, her back straight and chin elevated. She had the posture of a woman who had decided before she walked in that she wasn't going to apologize for anything.Amber stood beside her, weight on one hip, and her arms crossed obviously bored but trying hard not to let it show. "You guys made h
The Sterling living room had never felt so small.Damien stood just inside the doorway with his weight on the crutches and his casted leg angled carefully out, and he felt every pair of eyes in the room land on him at once. Mrs. Sterling's wet, searching gaze. Lauren's expression tightening the moment she saw the crutches. April, who had been half-off the couch and went very still. And Mr. Sterling, who had turned his wheelchair toward the door and was looking at Damien with the slow, careful attention of a man who knew something was wrong and was waiting for someone to stop pretending otherwise.The silence stretched. Two seconds. Three.Mr. Sterling was the first to speak, "Where's Ava?"Nobody answered. Lauren opened her mouth but she couldn't say anything. April looked at the floor. Mrs. Sterling's hand tightened around the glass she was still holding.Mr. Sterling's eyes moved around the room and came back to Damien. "And whose body got burnt?" He said it quieter this time. More
Ava had admired it too. She'd told him once that Clara was the most honest person in any room because she didn't know how to perform feelings she wasn't having. He had thought at the time that it was a generous description of someone who yelled across the studio floor but he thought about it differently now.He thought about the first time Ava had walked into this studio, years before any of this, before Adrian, before Damien, before all of it. She had been nervous, holding it together so tightly you could see the effort if you knew what to look for. He had seen it. He had hired her anyway, or perhaps because of it.He had never told her that. He wished now, with the particular sharpness of wishes that come too late, that he had.He let himself sit in the quiet a little longer…with the photograph…with what was.He put his hand on the door handle and stopped there for one more second, collecting himself. He thought about the first time Ava had walked into a room he was already in and r
The next week was harder than April had imagined. She tried to speak to Lucas on Monday, after making preparations of going to him immediately after class so that Gavin won't be suspicious, she promised to be calm and direct to tell him that he needed to stop making advances towards her, that Laure
The weather gave signs of impending rain but people still went about their daily business like it was just a bluff till the rain started without warning. It wasn’t gentle, not the kind that whispered against glass like a lullaby. It came down hard, loud, unapologetic, drenching the city in seconds.
Livia swayed lightly to the rhythm of soft music that played in the background, a glass of champagne held delicately between her fingers as she moved across her living room.The lights were dim, casting a warm golden glow that reflected off the polished surfaces around her, everything felt… perfect
Adrian had just ended a meeting when his phone buzzed again. He glanced at the screen briefly before tossing it back on the table, irritation flickering across his face because it was an unknown number.It buzzed again.And again.“Mr. Cole?” one of the board members called cautiously, noticing his







