LOGINElliot hadn't been himself since they'd returned from the workshop. Usually, he carried himself with easy confidence, always ready with a reassuring smile. But today, he looked completely drained.A meeting had been scheduled to finalize the budget adjustments. Yerin sat beside him. Hazel and Jayden were already there, the air stiff. Hazel wasn't looking at Elliot. Jayden leaned back, arms crossed, his face unreadable.Yerin didn't care about their silent battle. She had a job to do.She opened her laptop. “I've restructured the budget allocation. If we cut unnecessary operational expenses and reassign a portion of the expansion funds, we can make up the gap.”Elliot let out a long breath. “That sounds reasonable. It's the best shot we've got.”The meeting continued, technical and detailed, until they had a solid plan. But even as Yerin closed her laptop, Elliot's tension hadn't eased. His fingers tapped against the table, his gaze distant.When the others left, he lingered.“Do you w
Yerin stepped into the conference room and saw Elliot already seated at the head of the table, his gaze fixed on his laptop. A deep furrow lined his brow. She had worked with him long enough to know something was off.She took her seat and opened her laptop. As the presentation slides loaded, her eyes flicked across the numbers. A frown crept onto her lips. The budget allocation didn't match. A glaring discrepancy.Elliot was meticulous. He didn't make mistakes like this.But he had.The door opened. Hazel walked in, followed by Jayden. Hazel's lips were pressed into a thin line, her phone still in hand. “I just need time to draft a proper PR response before management finds out,” she muttered, slipping into the seat across from Yerin.Jayden was uncharacteristically quiet. He took a seat beside Hazel, his gaze flickering toward Elliot before settling on the report.Yerin exhaled and closed her laptop. “Alright,” she said. “Someone needs to explain what happened.”Elliot's jaw tighten
The hallway was empty. Late afternoon sun slanted through the windows, casting long shadows across the floor, but Yerin barely noticed. Her focus was on the man leaning against the wall, his smirk still in place as if he hadn’t just publicly shamed Elliot in front of the entire team.“That was low,” she said, her voice sharp. “Even for you.”Jayden tilted his head, amusement glinting in his eyes. “Why? Because I wasn’t nice about it?”“Because it was cruel. And it wasn’t about work. It was personal.”He pushed off the wall and took a step closer, his voice dropping. “Unnecessary, huh?” His gaze was too knowing. “Then why are you so upset?”Yerin’s jaw tightened. “I’m not.”“Right.” He didn’t look away. “You always do this. Act like nothing gets to you. But I see you, Yerin.”Her hands curled into fists at her sides. “You think you know everything.”He let out a quiet laugh. “No. But I know you.”There it was—something underneath the words, something heavy and real. She could handle hi
The strategy workshop had entered its second day, and the conference room was thick with the scent of coffee and tension. Yerin sat with her back straight, her pen moving across her notebook, but her focus was fractured. Across the table, Jayden leaned back in his chair, watching the discussion with hooded eyes. Beside her, Elliot was presenting the latest iteration of their market analysis.Then someone from the finance team raised a concern.“The projected ROI doesn't align with the timeline,” the woman said, tapping her pen. “If we push this fast, we risk overextending.”Elliot nodded, already reaching for a supporting document. “I understand the concern. Let me walk you through the risk mitigation—”Jayden leaned forward, arms crossed, and let the silence stretch just a beat too long. The air in the room felt suddenly thin.“You know,” he began, his tone almost lazy, “Elliot has a way of making people believe in him. Even when he isn't so sure himself.”The room went completely st
After being lost for nearly two hours, Yerin and Elliot finally found their way back as the last of the daylight faded into a deep, star-pricked indigo. The old stone path beneath their feet seemed to absorb the dying light, and the air had taken on a distinct chill that hinted at the late hour.Jayden was leaning against a lamppost when they walked up, its electric hum a quiet soundtrack to his observations. He looked relaxed, hands buried deep in his pockets, but his eyes were sharp and missed nothing.“Took you long enough,” he said, a familiar smirk playing on his lips. His gaze swept over them, a detective searching for clues in their posture, their silence, the space between them. “Getting lost together doesn't mean he'll stay by your side, you know. Funny how that works.”Yerin walked right past him as if he were part of the scenery, her face a perfectly composed mask. But Jayden, a connoisseur of human tells, didn't miss the finer details: the almost imperceptible tremor in he
The villa had grown still. Most of the lights were off, the distant murmur of the others faded into silence. Jayden stood alone on the balcony, the cool metal railing pressing against his palms. The night air was crisp, but the turmoil inside him made it impossible to feel anything beyond the weight pressing against his chest.He closed his eyes, and for a moment, he was twenty years old again.Hazel had laughed at something he said—a bright, unguarded sound that stopped him mid‑sentence. He remembered thinking, “I want to hear that every day.” It was the moment he knew he was in love with her. The moment he started waiting.He opened his eyes. That was over a decade ago. And he was still waiting.But tonight, when he closed his eyes, it wasn’t Hazel’s laugh he heard.It was Yerin’s.Clear. Un guarded. Real.She had laughed with Elliot on the terrace, her face open in a way he’d never seen. The sound had hit him like something physical—not because it was beautiful, but because it wasn







