LOGINEMILIA“Emi?” Someone shook me awake. “Come on, we need to check out. I can’t believe you are still sleeping. I told you to go to bed early because we have a lot to do today,” Anna complained while prying the covers off my body.I groaned and rolled to the side. “Come on, Anna. Five more minutes,” I said, blindly reaching for the covers, but I was met with the smack of a hand.“Sorry, missy, but I’ve never allowed you to sleep longer, and I’m not going to start today.” She said and forced me up.I opened my eyes to glare at her, but she only smiled. “Next time, when I say sleep early, you’ll sleep early because I am always right” she said.She pointed towards the clock on the bedstand. “Checkout is in thirty, so that’s how long you have to turn yourself from this mess to a powerful CEO,” She grinned.I rolled my eyes and climbed down the bed. “Aspiring?” I scoffed. “We don’t even have up to 30 employees.” I reminded her.“24, but who’s counting?” She smiled. “By the time we complete M
BIANCAI closed the bedroom door with a loud slam behind me. I paced the room, my head and heart pounding erratically.I paused at the door and listened to footsteps. For a second, I wished Steven would follow and apologize. I wished he would soothe my worries and promised me that nothing would change, but I knew better.As clearly as I knew that he would not sleep in our bed tonight like he hadn’t slept in it for over three years now.I shook my head for waiting pathetically and walked towards the dressing mirror to grab my phone. My fingers worked faster than my brain, and I was back at the site with the headlines that had bothered me all evening since I saw it.I remembered the chill that spread through my bones when I saw the face of the woman who had almost ruined my plans.She was back in the city like she never left.No.She was back better than she was.She left the city a beggar and a pathetic mistress, but now she owned a company.I glared at the picture of her smiling. “So,
STEVENI was reading through the business news when a name stopped me before I could turn to the next one.Jones Consulting Group had been appointed by Pierce Holdings to lead Northstar Living's nine-month strategic restructuring project.I read it multiple times to be sure that I wasn’t reading the wrong thing, but the same words remained on the page no matter how many times I did.It was real.Emilia was staying in New York for nine months, and I had Margaret Pierce to thank for that.It should have meant nothing to me. I should have taken it as simple as a detail from a business article about a company that had no connection to me or the Riorson Group.Instead, relief came first.It was immediate and ugly enough that I hated myself for it.She would be close.Then guilt followed just as quickly.She was not staying for me.The sound of a file landing on my desk pulled me from the screen. Alexander stood across from me, his expression unreadable as always.“I was about to inform you
EMILIATommy startled me a little, and I almost dropped my phone. My grip on the phone tightened.“Is that Tommy?” Sunny’s voice perked up. “I’m sure he was as happy as well when he heard the news. Can I say hi?”My mouth tightened. “Sunny, I’ll have to call you back,” I said and ended the call before she could protest.Tommy’s eyes remained on me. “What was that all about?” he asked, pointing at the phone.“You didn’t knock,” I said instead, ignoring his question. What if I had been naked?” I told him, my voice a thin line from snapping.Surprise crossed his features. “I’m sorry. I should have knocked.” He replied. “But you are avoiding my question."Tommy remained in the doorway, and I noticed he had his travel bag packed. His eyes went behind me and his frown deepened.“Where are your bags? And Anna? We need to leave,” he said when he saw I wasn’t going to answer his question.“I am not going back with you,” I told him.He cocked his head and stepped further into the room. “What do
EMILIAI sat on the edge of my bed in the hotel room, staring at my phone while trying to summon the courage for the news I was about to break.Anna had left earlier to start house hunting. If we were going to stay in New York for another nine months, we couldn’t afford living in hotel rooms for the duration of the stay.The agreement for the deal sat in my bag on the table across me, but somehow, those papers felt heavy against the small table.Nine months in New York. Nine months with Pierce Holdings. Nine months of leading the largest project Jones Consulting had ever touched.I should have felt only proud. Magaret had made it clear that she had chosen us because she believed in our work. She had not offered me charity, a favour, or a seat at someone else's table. She had offered me a chance to prove that Jones Consulting belonged in rooms like that one.But every time I looked at the number nine, all I could think about was Lily.I had told Magaret I needed an evening to make fina
EMILIAPierce Holdings was located at the top three floors of a skyscraper building on Park Avenue that made Jones Consulting Group’s office look like a very ambitious idea that was still a work in progress on paper.I shook the thought out of my head. I was not going to let the marble lobby or the immaculate reception put down all the efforts I had made to get to where I was today.Anna walked beside me with her fingers curled tightly around the strap of her laptop bag. She wore a tight expression. It was the familiar face when she tried to project confidence she did not feel, and if I wasn’t as nervous as she was, I would have laughed.I was far from calm, but my expression did not betray the loud thumping of my heart or how my hands were trembling.The receptionist greeted us with a genuine smile, which was rare when you worked in high-rise buildings in NY, except your boss was a sweetheart, which Margaret appeared to be judging from our interaction at the conference.The reception







