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Chapter Twenty Two
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2026-09-12 22:36:22
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Tired of me, Mr. Taylor? Chapter Twenty Three
By the time Serena said goodbye to Theo, the launch had begun to empty. He offered to take her home, but Serena had driven herself, and after a warm hug and a promise to call her tomorrow, Theo finally left. Serena remained another twenty minutes, thanked Elena and the team, endured one final conversation with a journalist and collected her bag before heading toward the private exit.She was halfway down the quieter corridor when the door ahead opened and Damian stepped through alone.Serena slowed. So Cecilia and Victor were gone.Damian looked up and saw her. “Serena.”She adjusted the strap of her bag and kept walking. “Goodnight, Damian.”“Wait.”“No.”His footsteps followed her. “We didn’t finish our conversation.”That stopped her. Serena turned so abruptly that Damian came within a step of her before stopping too. “Your fiancée came looking for you, and you left with her. I’d say the conversation finished itself rather nicely.”“My father was leaving.”“I know. Cecilia told me.
Tired of me, Mr. Taylor? Chapter Twenty Two
Theo collected his dance before Serena finished her second glass.The formal launch had loosened considerably over the last hour. The presentation lights had dimmed, the main platform had been cleared, and the string quartet that had accompanied dinner had given way to a live band playing something slower and considerably less corporate. Jackets had opened, conversations had grown louder, and several of the executives who had spent the evening discussing performance figures were now proving they had questionable rhythm.Serena was watching one of them when Theo appeared beside her and held out his hand.“You promised me something.”She glanced at his hand before looking up at him. “I don’t remember signing anything.”“I have witnesses.”“Unreliable ones, I’m sure.”Theo waited, smiling, and Serena eventually placed her hand in his. “One dance.”“I’ll try to survive the restriction.”He led her onto the floor.Serena hadn’t expected Theo to be particularly good at dancing. She wasn’t s
Tired of me, Mr. Taylor? Chapter Twenty One
The first roar of the engine silenced six hundred people.A second later, the enormous screens suspended above the Street Nation Performance stage came alive, and the ballroom erupted.Serena stood behind the curtain with Elena and two members of the production team, watching the live feed as the SN-R rolled through a tunnel of white light onto the circular platform at the center of the room. Camera flashes went off almost immediately. Music surged back through the speakers, the revolving platform began to move, and somewhere beyond the curtain a man shouted loudly enough about the car’s rear profile that Serena laughed.Elena glanced at her. “I think he likes it.”“I’m concerned about how much.”Another cheer rose from the ballroom as the SN-R completed its first rotation beneath the lights.Elena laughed. “Six hundred people and somehow we found the loudest one.”“Put him near the press when they start asking difficult questions.”“Noted.”The stage manager appeared beside them with
Tired of me, Mr. Taylor? Chapter Twenty
By Thursday afternoon, the SN-R had acquired three new sensors, a revised rear damper setting and an audience.Serena stood beside Daniel beneath one of the temporary canopies Street Nation had erected along the private test facility’s outer paddock, studying the telemetry from Tuesday’s high-speed run. The outdoor preview had brought selected automotive journalists, commercial partners and several Aella executives to the facility ahead of Street Nation Performance’s official launch, but the development team had spent most of the afternoon answering questions about the cars rather than entertaining guests.Serena preferred it that way.“So it wasn’t the steering.”“No.” Daniel enlarged one section of the trace. “You were feeling the consequence through the front, but the instability came from the rear. Under sustained high-speed load, once the tires reached the upper end of the temperature window, the damper response wasn’t controlling the weight transfer as consistently as we expecte
Tired of me, Mr. Taylor? Chapter Nineteen
The Taylor estate was quiet when Damian arrived.One of the night staff met him in the entrance hall, offering a polite, “Good evening, Mr. Taylor,” that Damian acknowledged with little more than a nod before continuing deeper into the house. He hadn’t decided to come here. He had simply driven, and apparently some part of him had decided his own apartment was the last place he wanted to be.A piano sounded somewhere beyond the main sitting rooms.Damian slowed. Only one person in the family regularly touched the Steinway in the music room.He followed the music down the corridor and stopped in the open doorway. Sophie sat at the grand piano with her back partially toward him, fingers moving easily across the keys. She played for another few seconds before glancing over her shoulder, and the moment she saw him, her hands stopped.“Okay. What happened?”Damian walked past her without answering. A drinks cabinet stood against the far wall, and he opened it, selected the whiskey and pour
Tired of me, Mr. Taylor? Chapter Eighteen
Serena stopped several feet from her apartment door. Damian had removed his jacket and folded it over one arm, but otherwise he looked exactly as he had at Street Nation: controlled, immaculate and entirely too comfortable standing somewhere he had not been invited.Her irritation returned with astonishing speed. “What are you doing here?”“We need to talk.”“We already did. You decided to do it in front of half the development floor.”His jaw tightened. “That wasn’t a conversation.”“No, it was you losing your temper because I did the job your company hired me to do.” Serena walked toward the door and pulled out her keys. “Go home, Damian.”“Serena.”She unlocked the door, then looked back at him. “I’m not having this argument in the hallway.”It wasn’t an invitation so much as an acknowledgment that he clearly wasn’t leaving. Damian followed her inside, and Serena dropped her bag onto the console before turning to face him.“If you’ve come here to tell me again that I was driving to
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